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Chapter Four

Henry woke up around the time Frank walked in with coffee. The two of them had spent the night inside Jamie's hospital room, while Danny worked on the case and Erin and Linda stayed with the kids. Henry sat up on the cot, stretching before taking the cup from his son. "Did you sleep?" he asked the younger man.

Frank sighed, taking a drink from his coffee.

"It's not doing Jamie any good if you don't," Henry chided.

"I know," Frank replied, staring at his youngest son.

"Danny come up with anything?"

Frank took another drink. "Nothing yet."

"What about the Templar?"

"Danny's on it."

Henry looked away from the pained expression on his son's face to the battered, peaceful expression on his grandson's. Henry's heart ached as he entertained the thought that once again, he would have to bury a grandchild, one who died way too soon at the hands of someone else. Though Henry had faith that Danny would figure out who, he knew that it wouldn't help Jamie right now.

Only God could do that.

Henry took a drink from his coffee, sighing as he slowly stood up. He wasn't getting any younger, and his entire body was consistently stiff every morning. Though he wasn't sure if it was worse this morning because he slept in a cot instead of his own bed, or if it just felt that way amidst everything else that was going on.

He made his way over to Jamie's bed before lowering himself beside his grandson. The younger man didn't react as Henry grabbed his hand, which was to be expected at this point. But Henry would never be comfortable with the situation at hand: an unconscious family member fighting for his life.

And he had no doubt Jamie was fighting. His vital signs proved that. And as the blood pressure cuff clicked on, both Frank and Henry watched the screen in anticipation.

105/68.

The numbers had been getting better throughout the night, and they were aware that his blood counts had risen and stayed up, indicating that he was not seriously bleeding, though his urine was coming out a reddish orange. Doctors assured them it was due to kidney trauma, that they had scanned his kidneys and saw no cause for serious concern. They assured the family that the blood would go away on its own, and if it didn't, they would go back in.

Henry took another drink of coffee.

"You should go home, Francis," Henry tried. "Get some rest. I'll stay here."

"I'm fine, Pop," Frank replied quietly.

"You're not doing Jamie any good by not sleeping."

"You've said that already."

"I know, but it usually takes two or three times before it sinks in."

Frank gave a half-smile and a nod.

"Go home, Francis," Henry repeated. "Jamie won't mind. We'll let you know if anything changes."

Frank exhaled slowly, but nodded at his father's request. He made his way over to his youngest, stroking Jamie's hair before leaning in closer. He whispered something to Jamie before kissing him on the forehead. He backed away, gave Henry's shoulder a gentle squeeze, and headed out the door.

"Your father loves you," Henry said to Jamie. "Hell, we all do. We just want you to get better."

The ventilator clicked on.

"I know you can hear us. I know you're in there. And I know it hurts, but it will get better. You just keep fighting, keep getting stronger. We'll find who did this to you, and we'll get them. I promise you that. We will get them."

No response from Jamie.

"They're trying to tell us that you're gonna have brain damage or something when you wake up, but we know better. You're head's far too thick for that. I see it every time you go to battle with Danny." Henry smiled to himself at the memory. "You're one of the strongest of us."

Jamie's hand twitched underneath Henry's, and though the doctor had said that it was merely a reflex and didn't mean anything, it meant the world to Henry.

Because it meant Jamie was still in there. Jamie was fighting. His body was recovering, and his mind would surely follow. And though it would definitely take Jamie a while to recover, Henry was confident the younger man would be okay eventually.

He just had to wake up first.