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Thanks to my beta, Shannon! A special thanks to blue peanut m and m for helping me to flesh out my story more and for all your suggestions!

Chapter 7

ONE MONTH LATER

Sam opens his eyes. I press the call button. I call his name several times but his eyes don't shift my way. Dr. Brennan comes into the room, flashes a penlight into Sam's eyes and asks him to follow the light.

Nothing.

He reaches into his lab coat and removes an instrument that looks like a small tomahawk to check Sammy's reflexes. Sam told me once that it's called a reflex hammer. I'm always amazed at the abundance of information stored in his brain. I'm surprised the kid's head hasn't exploded from it all.

No response to that test either.

"So what's the verdict, doc? Is he coming out of the coma?"

Sam's doctor has a grim look on his face. I have a feeling I'm not going like what he is about to tell me.

"I'm afraid not. Patients in Sam's condition sometimes spontaneously open their eyes. I wish I had more encouraging news for you. Do you have any more questions for me?"

"No. Thanks, Doc."

"If anything comes to mind after I leave, just have one of the nurses page me?"

"Sure."

TWO WEEKS LATER

All the necessary medical equipment has been delivered to Bobby's house and arrangements have been made for a physical therapist to come several times a week so Sam's muscles wouldn't atrophy. To pay for Sam's ongoing medical care, I have taken a job as a mechanic at a local garage. I hate being away from Sammy during the day but it can't be helped. A home health nurse has been coming everyday to see to Sam's self care and to administer his anti-convulsant medication. Her name is Heather. She is really nice and takes really good care of Sammy while I'm gone.

Sam won't always be like this. I keep telling myself. Maybe the more I say it the more I'll really believe it.

Each night after work, I read Sam articles from National Geographic, PC World, SmartComputing and Wired and reminisce about fun times we had as kids. While eating my dinner, I scour the internet for anything that could possibly help my brother.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Char has been calling at least once a week to see how Sam and I are doing. She promises she'll come out to see us once she gets some time off. Talking to her has really helped me. Char is a constant reminder that Sam could recover and lead a normal life again. I really like her. If things were different, we might have eventually become more than friends but Sam is my number one priority right now. Everything else has to take a backseat.

My nightly searches finally pay off. I find a treatment with a fifty percent success rate with comatose patients. Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy. Just two problems. The facility is in Florida and the website doesn't say how much the treatment will cost.

"I think I might have found something to help you, Sammy."

Every time I talk to Sam I hope he will suddenly become aware of my presence or give me some sign that he is still in there but his blank eyes continue to stare at the ceiling. Maybe I am just fooling myself that Sam will wake up someday. But it hasn't been that long. Just three months. I want to give Sammy as much time as he needs to heal. I look at the website again. It wouldn't hurt to call. I turn on my cell and dial. Unfortunately the center is closed so I leave a voicemail. Soon after that call, the door slams and footsteps approach the library now a makeshift bedroom for Sam.

"Hey."

"Hey, Bobby. I think I might have found something to help Sam. Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy. I left a message with Dr. Marcus Spencer."

Bobby rubs his reddish brown bread. "Dr. Marcus Spencer. Is this facility in Florida?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I know him. A while back I helped him and his family. At that time he wasn't working with comatose patients. He said if there was ever anything he could do for me just let him know. I'll give him a call tomorrow about Sam."

"Thanks, Bobby."

"No thanks needed. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you boys. You're family. You need anything else before I turn in?"

"I think that about covers it. Night, Bobby."

"Night."

Author's note: Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy is a real therapy used on comatose patients. Unfortunately it's not covered by most health insurances. I will go into further detail in the next chapter. I would also like to thank all the people who continue to read, favorite and write reviews for my story. You are the best.