Tom didn't realize that he had drifted off until he slipped off the stool. He caught himself on the cabinet behind Abby's bed and stood, rubbing his eyes. He glanced at the two and noticed that Ben's breathing had sped up. 'Ben?' he said, stepping to his son's side and brushing his hand against his face. Gladly, he noticed that two spots of color had returned to the pale cheeks.

Ben's eyes fluttered slowly open, coming to focus on Tom's face after several seconds. 'D-Dad?' he stuttered. 'W-what's going on?'

'You and Abby have hypothermia,' Tom replied, brushing Ben's hair out of his face.

'Why can't I move?' Ben asked, wriggling slightly.

'Careful, stay still,' Tom cautioned. 'You're bundled up in blankets.'

A cough from the other side of the bus drew the Masons' attention.

'Abby?' Tom asked, moving to the girl's side. Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal big, chocolate-brown irises.

'Wha…' she started, trailing off as a racking cough tore through her throat.

'You two hang tight for a minute,' Tom said. 'I need to go get Anne. Don't move.'

Tom ran out of the bus and sprinted to the tent. He found Anne curled up at the end of their bed, Colm and Lexie have occupied the middle when he left. He rested a hand on her shoulder. 'Anne,' he whispered. She woke up instantly. 'Ben and Abby are awake.'

Anne jumped into action immediately, jamming her feet into her shoes and running after Tom to the med-bus.

'Anne?' Ben asked when they boarded the bus.

'Hey, Ben,' she smiled down at him. 'How are you feeling?'

'I'm kind of cold,' Ben replied. 'And my chest and head hurt, but other than that I'm fine.'

'Good,' Anne nodded. She turned to Abby. 'How about you?'

'I can't breathe right,' Abby gasped. 'It feels like an asthma attack.'

'Okay,' Anne soothed. 'Tom, come here. Abby, we're going to unwrap you and sit you up so you can breathe more easily.'

Abby nodded as Tom joined Anne by her side. They unwrapped her gently and Tom carefully raised her up. 'Is that better?' Anne asked.

'A little,' Abby replied.

'Tom, sit behind her so she can lean on you,' Anne instructed. 'I'll see if I can find some albuterol.'

Tom obeyed her wordlessly, sitting down on the cot and letting Abby lean against him. She squirmed around to sit up as straight as possible, then raised her arms and resting her wrists on her head.

'Ow!' she cried as she extended one of her arms.

'What's wrong?' Anne asked, taking the appendage in her hands.

'My elbow,' Abby whimpered. 'I can't straighten it.'

'It doesn't feel broken,' Anne said, using her thumb to massage the joint. 'Maybe you cracked it.'

'I have before,' Abby replied.

'That's probably it,' Anne said. 'Tom, support her arm. I'm going to find something to wrap it in. Does anything else hurt?'

'My right wrist and right ankle,' Abby replied.

'Have you hurt those before, too?' Anne asked.

'My ankle,' Abby said. 'I've sprained it.'

'It could just be the severe cold affecting the tendons,' Anne sighed. 'Do either of you remember what happened?'

'We crashed the bike,' Ben spoke up. 'We were riding Jon's dirtbike and we crashed.'

'Are you hurt?' Anne asked.

'My right arm,' Ben replied. 'It aches. I must have fallen weird on it.'

'Maybe,' Anne said. 'I'll check it out in a minute.' She found several rolls of ace bandages in a drawer and pulled out three. 'Abby, can you sit up on your own?'

'I think so,' Abby nodded.

'Tom, prop her against the wall,' Anne instructed. 'Wrap up her elbow, wrist, and ankle. Do you know how to wrap a sprain?'

'I played lacrosse in high school and college, and have a son who did the same,' Tom laughed. 'Wrapping sprains is second nature.'

'Good,' Anne smiled. 'That's what you need to do. I'm going to take a look at Ben's arm.'

'Okay,' Tom nodded, taking the bandages from her. He maneuvered Abby so that she was against the wall and began bandaging her elbow.

'Well, the good news is, your arm isn't broken,' Anne informed Ben.

'Bad news?' Ben asked.

'Your shoulder is partially out of joint, and your wrist is badly sprained,' Anne sighed. 'I'm going to pop your shoulder back in; this is going to hurt.' Ben nodded, gripping the side of the bed with his left hand. Anne carefully positioned herself next to him and pulled the joint into place. 'There. How does that feel?'

'It still hurts, but a lot less,' Ben replied.

'It might be stiff for a while,' Anne said. 'Make sure you move it around and stretch it. I'll let you know when and how.'

Ben nodded as Anne fetched another ace wrap and began to wrap his wrist. 'Anything else hurt?'

'My leg is burning,' he replied.

'You scraped it up pretty bad,' Anne nodded. 'We cleaned it up and covered the worst parts. That might hurt for a while. Is that it?'

'Yeah,' Ben nodded.

'Abby, how are your lungs?' Anne asked, turning towards the girl. 'Is it getting easier to breathe?'

'A little,' Abby replied.

'Did you have lung problems before you were harnessed?' Anne asked, turning back to Ben and beginning to give him a check-up.

'Yeah,' Abby replied. 'Asthma. Pretty bad.'

'Have you had lung problems since you were deharnessed?' Anne asked.

'Um, not really,' Abby replied. 'If I run for a long time, or in the winter, sometimes.'

'What about you, Ben?' Anne asked. 'You had asthma before, right?'

'Yeah,' Ben nodded. 'I haven't had any problems.'

'It could be because my spikes are damaged,' Abby suggested. 'I mean, that has affected basically everything else, so why not my lungs?'

'Good point,' Anne agreed. 'Ben, you look good. Get some more sleep.' Ben nodded and obediently curled up beneath the blankets once again before drifting off. 'Let's take a look at you, Abby,' Anne turned to the girl. 'How's that wrist and ankle, Tom?'

'Well, they don't feel broken,' Tom replied.

'I was able to put weight on my ankle and use my wrist after we fell,' Abby said. 'Immediately after. They can't be broken.'

'Okay,' Anne nodded. She started a check-up for Abby. 'How's your breathing?'

'Getting better,' Abby replied.

'I'll look for some albuterol in a minute,' Anne said. 'You're looking pretty good.' She turned to Tom. 'If you want to go back to the tent and go to sleep, I'll be back in a little. These two will be fine until morning.'

A/N: So, in retrospect, this is a really weird chapter. It felt good writing it, but I now feel like there's a lot wrong with it... idk.

Anyways, as always, please review!

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