He rushed to the hospital as fast as he could throwing worried gazes at his son in the back seat. Although the drive was quite quick thanks to the empty streets to him it seemed endless. When he arrived in front of the hospital he pulled over, got Jamie out of the back seat and with his child in his arms rushed to the hospital. He hurriedly walked through the doors of an ER.

"Good evening, my son's has got fever of 105,8 and has been hallucinating," he informed the older looking receptionist.

"How long has he got the fever," she asked him.

"Hey came down with the fever this morning, but it wasn't till thirty minutes ago since his temperature came to 105,8. Or at least that's when I found out." He stated.

"Alright sir, could you please follow me? I will take you to the examining room and then I will find a doctor for you," she explained him kindly leading him into the examining room.

The nurse showed him into the examining room.

"You can lay the little one on the bed, I will be back with the doctor," she suggested showing at the examining bed.

Frank carefully laid Jamie, who was completely unaware what was going around him, onto the examining bed. He leaned over Jamie stroking his hair. And then he suddenly realized he would have to tell Marry. Oh, God, she will be so worried for their pressures boy. Of course that Mary and Frank loved their children equally, but Jamie was their youngest, their baby and therefore they were kind of overprotective for him. How am I going to tell Mary? He thought. He didn't want to worry her to much if it really wasn't necessary, but in this case he had to tell her. However, he decided not to call her before morning cause he really didn't want her to jump into a car and drive for five hours back to New York in the middle of the night, which is what she would most likely have done. Therefore, he would call her the first thing in the morning, when hopefully Jamie would be better.

The door opened and a young female doctor walked in.

"Good evening, I'm doctor Gonzalez," she introduced herself. "So, I understood that your son had got high temperature since the morning, Mr..?" She asked.

"Reagan. Yes, Jamie has had fever since morning and about thirty minutes ago when I took his temperature, it was already 105,8." Frank informed her briefly.

"Had he been vomiting?" The doctor wanted to know.

"According to his teacher he vomited at school in the morning, but hasn't ever since." He explained.

"Alright, this is what we are going to do. We are going to give your son cold bath first, just to get his temperature down the we are going to give him IV with antibiotics and also something to hydrate him and we will also run the blood tests to see what we are dealing with." She patiently explained well aware of Frank's worries.

"Ok, normally we would start with the blood tests but because his temperature is really high, we would start with cold bath." She stated towards Frank.

"You can come with if you like."

"Thank you doctor, " Frank nodded the answer.

***BB***

Frank was sitting next to his son's bed. His little boy was now resting in a private room at the pediatric floor. His right arm was now provided with an IV which was slowly streaming the antibiotics into his system. Under his hospital gown there were several wires which were connected to the heart monitor which beeped every now and then and filled the quite room with a disturbing noise. But Frank didn't mind, because that's noise meant his son was still alive, fighting. He leaned over to Jamie and gently stroke his hair. He remembered the day when Jamie was born. He seemed so little compared not only to his older brothers but also Erin. When Joe was born, he and Mary somehow just assumed that Joe was there last child. Neither him, nor Mary did plan having another child. But then, ten years after their first son was born, came Jamie. He remembered how he hold him in his arms for the first time and how he was overwhelmed with the instant love. The first look Jamie gave him. That look both curious and excited. And at that moment Frank truly understood his family was complete and he hugged his new born baby closer to his chest. He swore to himself that he will never let anything happen to him. He remembered how excited his other children were to meet their new born baby brother. Well, maybe expect for ten years old Danny. But then, when they let Danny hold Jamie for the first time, of course under their careful supervision, he could see the exact moment when something changed in Danny's behavior and he knew it, Danny just experienced the same overwhelming love he himself did just few moments ago. He completely and unconditionally felt for his brother. Two days later, they brought Jamie home with them. He could remember countless of sleepless nights when Jamie just couldn't sleep because of teeth ache or something else. He or Mary would wake up and one of them would carry him around trying to ease the baby a bit.

He was disturbed from his own thoughts by the doctor, who just opened the door.

"The good news is that his fever decreased slightly thanks zone the cold bath," she informed him.

Frank just nodded tiredly.

"Now we just have to wait and see how he will respond to the antibiotics we gave him," she continued.

Frank didn't know what to say being worried sick for his baby's wellbeing.

The young doctor could see the fear clearly written in his face.

"Let's hope he will pull through. He is young and otherwise healthy, I don't see a reason why he shouldn't," she tried to cheer Frank a bit up.

"Do you have children of your own," Frank asked the doctor.

"Not yet," she admitted honestly. "But being a doctor and seeing parents fearing for their kids everyday, I think I can kind of relate to what you are going through right now," she continued.

"Can you?" Asked Frank. "Because honestly, I don't know myself how do I feel right now. I just know I am sick worried for my child," he admitted.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Reagan, but I promise you I will do everything I can to help Jamie," she assured him.

"I know you will," he smiled at her a bit.

"Now, try to take a bit of rest if you can," she suggested . And with a last smile she gave him, she left the room.

Frank leaned over to his son, took his hand into his owns and started to pray silently.

"Oh God, please, don't take him from us. Not our youngest, our baby. We cannot lose him. I can't lose him. Mum, if you can hear me, please, try to keep Jamie safe, because honestly I couldn't handle losing him. None of us could. Please, keep him safe," he prayed, tears streaming down his face.

Frank Reagan definitely wasn't a man who cried, but at this moment he needed it, because he felt his heart being ripped out. He once again bend over his son's laying form and gave him another kiss.

"Jamie, son, please, just keep fighting," he begged his son.