When the four Tracy sons arrived inside the private hospital ward, their grandmother was waiting outside the room for them in the hallway. Even from afar they could see the distraught expression on her face, yet somehow she was maintaining her composure for her grandsons.

"What's happened?" Scott was immediately on edge, not liking how tense she looked.

Mrs Tracy dabbed her cheeks with her handkerchief, trying to remain strong as not to alarm them. "Gordon's had a seizure."

Alan felt the floor give way beneath him. He fell back into Scott who caught him by his forearms, holding him upright. He closed his eyes in pure shock of the news. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't.

"A-A seizure?" John started, his spirit crumbling, the logical part of his brain trying to figure out their next steps. "Is he stable?"

"I… I don't know, dear." she dabbed a tissue in her eye.

"Where's Dad?"

"He's still inside the room with your brother. Doctor Dyneley is working on him now. The nurses made me leave to give them some space, but your father refused to go."

"I thought… I thought he was getting better." Virgil sadly mused, sounding much like his unsure ten year old self from back in the day, wanting his older brothers to reassure him that everything was okay. Even with his limited medical knowledge, he knew a seizure wasn't a good thing.

"He's… he's going to die, isn't he?" Alan whimpered. His grandmother held a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"He's not going to die!" Virgil cried, panic rising. "Don't even say that!"

"I'm going in." Scott frowned, charging forward. His grandmother stopped him.

"Scott, there's nothing you can do right now, honey."

"I need to see him."

"We all need to see him!" John snapped, almost cracking in front of his brothers. He took a deep breath and regained his steady composure. "But we have to wait for the doctor's permission. You can't just go wandering in mid-examination. If Grandma was kicked out, it was for a reason."

Scott growled and forced himself down into the hard plastic chair leant against the opposing wall. Alan stood beside him, head down. Virgil sat in the middle of the hallway and John stood beside him, spaced out.

They prayed their brother would be okay.

Jeff was trying not to have a heart attack.

He and his mother had been talking about his sons when Gordon's monitor started beeping like there was no tomorrow, startling the two Tracys. Jeff remembered feeling excited that Gordon had shown some sign of movement, but a creeping fear soon replaced that when his son's body suddenly started twitching and pulsing uncontrollably.

His mother had quickly called for an orderly and soon a swarm of doctors and nurses seemed to materialize in the room, pushing a shell-shocked Jeff aside and swiftly kicking his mother out of the room so they could work on the redhead.

All Jeff could do was watch helplessly as they stabilised his son. During these critical moments, the Tracy patriarch felt as if time had slowed down around him. Head and body numb, he felt as if he was stuck underwater, the barrage of bustling noises and frantic beeps becoming steadily more muted and not registering with him.

He was eventually pulled out of his trance by Doctor Dyneley calling his name. He shook himself and addressed him.

"How… how is he?"

"We've managed to stablise him. We believe he briefly regained consciousness, but the stress on his central nervous system caused him to go into shock." the doctor explained. "We're doing the best we can for him, Mr Tracy."

Jeff swallowed cautiously. "He regained consciousness? Is that… good?"

"It was a very brief moment, but it's a positive sign. He may have been able to hear your voice which is what spurred him on."

Jeff felt his heart skip a beat. "Does this mean he's getting better?"

"It's a very slow process, and you may think him seizing was a setback, but I'd say he's fighting through his injuries. He still has a chance."

Jeff almost collapsed with relief. He felt the doctor's hand steady him.

"Thank you for saving his life." Jeff shakily forced out. "I-I really appreciate what you're doing for him." His thoughts turned to his late wife, causing an unexpected wave of emotion to wash over him. "He's a fighter. Our little firecracker."

"I'm sure he'll be alright in time, sir."

Jeff nodded and the hospital personnel left the room. Seconds later, his four sons and mother burst in, bombarding him with questions about their brother. Scott peeked behind his father and saw Gordon sleeping in a stable condition, causing him to sigh with relief.

"Settle down, boys." Jeff snapped out of his temporarily lapse of concentration and stood tall to show he was taking control. "The doctor stabilized Gordon."

The rest of the family sighed, glad to hear the positive news. John made his way over to Gordon's bed and couldn't help but run his hand through Gordon's sticky locks, pushing them away from his clammy forehead. Virgil watched him curiously and sat in the corner at the end of the bed, the weight of the afternoon's events finally getting to him.

"Doctor Dyneley informed me that him seizing may have actually been a positive sign. He may have regained consciousness for a second, but the pain and weight of his injuries caused him to panic."

"So… he actually woke up?" Alan asked, hope brimming in his eyes.

"Does this mean he's gonna be okay?"

"He'll be okay, in time." Jeff replied, hoping his words would end up proving true for the sake of their family.