A/N: Yeah, remember this little story? I am so, so times infinity sorry for the long updating time! So much has been going on. I hope you guys are still reading this! Please leave a review!

Oh, by the way: It's been ages since I actually saw this show, so ... yeah. So I'm really sorry if any details are wrong or anything. And doctor I'm not, so please pardon any medical errors. Anyway, without further ado:

My mother moaned and turned to my grandfather, who had come to stand behind her. She grabbed onto his arm and he began gently stroking her hands, murmuring soothing sounds. She turned back to the doctor, her face crumpled up into a grimace.

"Just tell me what it is, Doctor. Tell me what's wrong with my baby." She swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay as she blinked furiously.

I stood shakily, clutching at Kerry. We had our arms wrapped around each other, but neither of us were looking at the other. We were, instead, staring at the doctor.

He swallowed, and averted his gaze. "Mrs. Hennessey, this is hard for me to say."

"I know that!" My mother cried, and I jumped. I had never heard her sound so angry. "I am a doctor myself, you know. I have to deliver bad news all the time."

The doctor finally looked at her. "Okay. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hennessey, but Rory is comatose. We don't quite know for sure what trauma he sustained to the head. Also, he had a punctured liver - hence, the surgery. The liver is doing fine but he's still not awake. I don't want to give you false hope, so I'm just going to say it - we think there's only about a twenty per cent chance of him waking up. I'm so sorry."

I swallowed hard. The world suddenly seemed to slow down, and blur. People were talking outside as though nothing had happened, but in our little corner we stood frozen in time. A shiver zipped its' way down my spine, and I shuddered.

Kerry's mouth had dropped open. My mother had fallen completely silent. She had dropped my grandfather's arm and was standing there, gazing at the doctor. Grandpa was clutching at his chest in shock, and CJ was blinking back tears.

The doctor sighed sadly and walked away.

My mother was suddenly behind Kerry and I, clutching us both to her, tightly. "Oh, my babies," she moaned. "My poor little babies. Stay with Mom. Don't you leave me, you hear?" Her tears dripped into our hair.

"Never, Mom," Kerry said hoarsely.

"Never," I echoed.

"Paul," my mother whispered. "Paul, if you can hear me. Our baby boy needs you. For the love of God, don't let him be taken away from me. I need him."

That was it. I began to sob. Kerry was crying, too. We stood in a huddle, the three of us, crying for the father Kerry and I, and the husband Mom had lost, and our Rory who we were so close to losing as well. I don't know how long we stood there like that, us three who had once been five. And may be four once again, I reminded myself. Bridget Hennessey, you always get what you want. And what you want most of all, right now, is your little brother back.

Grandpa finally broke us out of our reverie. "Maybe we ought to get back home," he suggested gently.

"No!" my mother cried immediately. "I am not leaving this hospital."

"Well the girls, at least, can come with us," CJ suggested, standing next to Grandpa.

My mother grabbed me so quickly that I gasped. She grabbed Kerry with her other hand. "You're not taking them. They will stay with me tonight. I'm not letting them out of my sight!"

I was glad she insisted. I didn't want to leave her. She needed us, and we needed her.

"Okay then," Grandpa sighed; he obviously knew that once Mom got something into her head, come hell or high water, she wouldn't budge. "CJ and I will be going on home. We'll be back here first thing in the morning. Please call us if you find out anything different, will you, Cate?"

She nodded. "Of course." We all hugged Grandpa and CJ, and they left.

"Where are we going to stay?" Kerry asked.

Mom was still gripping us both tightly. "I don't know, Honey. I wish we could go into Rory's room!"

"I guess we'll have to stay here for now," I said, gesturing to the now-empty waiting room. "We're allowed to, right?"

"We are now," my mother said determinedly. She sat down and pulled Kerry and I down next to her on either side. "We're just going to wait here until they let us know. Actually ... you two stay here for one second. Don't leave. I'm just going to go find a doctor..."

My mother disappeared down the hall, with one last worried glance in our direction.

I quickly moved to the next chair over, the one Mom had been occupying. "Oh, Ker, you don't think that I did it, though? Really?" I asked, my stomach rolling. "You always said I get whatever I want. Not that I really wanted it! But ... but ... I just can't get it out of my head."

"Shh," Kerry whispered. "Bridge, I don't think you caused this. My God, no! I'm sorry about earlier. I was just so ... in shock.. I wasn't thinking..."

"It's okay," I murmured. I lay my head on her shoulder. "I love you, Kerry."

"I love you too, Bridge," she whispered, leaning her head back against mine.

And that's how we finally managed to fall asleep, leaning on each other for support.

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