Lean on Me

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Still do not own.

A/N: Hi! Sorry I've been gone so long! It's been crazy busy at work and all that. I had most of the chapter well written and finally had time to add a few finer touches. Plus, I am currently am in the middle of a Burn Notice marathon (I'm watching all my Burn Notice DVDs back to back, in order starting from season 1. I am almost done with season 2) plus I watched "Good Soldier" and "Do Not Harm" today and it inspired me to write. So enjoy!

I apologize for any medical or grammatical mistakes (I'm a business major and for some odd reason, they don't make us take a lot of biology classes. Just a lot of business ethics classes though. Weird). Please let me know if I get anything wrong. Please review! I love reviews! Reviews make me happy! :-D -

"Mr. Axe?"

Sam looked up from the hospital bed at Dr. Lawrence. He was standing in the doorway.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, his voice was hoarse.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Axe," said Dr. Lawrence, "We have an OR room open and we need to take him."

Sam nodded. "Of course. Just one moment. Please." Dr. Lawrence nodded.

Sam looked down at Michael. "I know you're a fighter, Mikey and you just fight. Don't give up on me." Sam squeezed Michael's hand hard before setting it back down on the bed.

He turned to look at Dr. Lawrence and nodded. He and a team of nurses came in. They all surrounded the bed, moving all the machines and IV and blood bags. Sam stood back and watched as they wheeled Michael out of the room and out of sight.

This could be the last time I see Mikey alive… NO! thought Sam sharply, I can't think like that…Mikey is going to be fine…

"Mr. Axe?" Sam snapped up and out of his thoughts. He looked up at the young nurse currently standing in front of him.

"What?" asked Sam.

"I was saying," said the nurse, "that if you wanted, we have a nice waiting room up on the third floor where you can wait for the results of your son's surgery."

"Yeah, that sounds great," said Sam. "Thanks." He looked around, "which way?" The nurse smiled. "I'll take you."

"Here we are," announced the nurse as she led Sam into the waiting room. "There are coffee and other refreshments if you need it."

"Thanks," said Sam.

The nurse smiled. "Don't worry. The doctors here are the best; your son is in the best hands."

Sam nodded, not trusting his voice to work. Sam watched as the nurse walked away down the hall. He walked over and collapsed in the one of the comfortable chairs. He held his face in his hands and ran his hands through his hair.

It had been a long day. And it was going to get even longer.

And he still had two phone calls to make…

Sam pulled out his phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Sam," came Fiona's voice over the phone. "Where have you been? I've been trying to reach Michael—did you stop the sniper?"

Sam sighed. "Fi, the sniper's dead."

There was a long pause. "What? What happened?"

"He got blown up," said Sam.

"What? That doesn't sound like Michael's work."

"It's not," said Sam. "Someone wired a bomb to his front door." Sam took a deep breath before continuing. "That someone also strapped a bomb to Mike's front door as well."

"WHAT?" screamed Fiona loudly. Sam jerked the head away from the phone. "Oh my God! Is Michael okay?"

"Um…" Sam paused taking a deep breath. He wasn't sure how to tell her. Probably just best to tell her the truth quickly…like pulling off a band-aid.

"Fi," Sam said. "We're at the hospital. Mikey—"He paused swallowing the lump in his throat—"Mike is really hurt, Fi."

"How bad?" asked Fi, her voice so soft that Sam barely heard it.

"Bad," replied Sam is a soft whispered. "The doctor says that Mike has a ruptured spleen and a collapsed lung, for starters. The doctor said Mike also has a broken arm, three broken ribs and a whole bunch of cuts and bruises. He's in surgery right now."

"Oh God," breathed Fiona. "Where are you? Which hospital?"

"Baptist," said Sam. "Fi, I need you to pick up Maddie."

"You haven't called Maddie yet?" asked Fiona.

Sam shook his head, "No. I figured I'd call you first since you are the one with another fire power to kill me and bring me back from the dead and then kill me again."

"Aw, Sam, I believe that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me," said Fiona.

"Could you pick up Maddie for me?" asked Sam. "I would but—"

Sam could hear Fiona nodded through the phone, "Of course, Sam. You stay at the hospital and take care of Michael. Could you just call her before I get there?"

"Sure thing," said Sam.

"And Sam?"


"Will you call me if anything changes?" asked Fiona. "Or if you get any news?"

"Of course," said Sam.

There was a pause over the phone. "He's going to be fine, Sam."

"I know," said Sam softly. With that Sam hung up. He starred at his phone for a moment, hoping against hope that something would happen so that he didn't have to make this phone call. He looked up at the surgery doors, waiting for the doctor or a nurse or anyone to come out and tell him how his best friend was doing.

No one came.

Sam sighed and scrolled down his call list. When he found the number he was looking for, he hit send.

"Hello? Michael?"

Sam took a deep breath. "No, Maddie. It's Sam."

"Sam?" repeated Madeline, slightly confused. "Where's Michael? Did he tell you to call me?"

"Well no, Maddie. See—"

"I don't care what happened Sam!" shouted Madeline angrily. "I don't care what kind of trouble Michael has gotten himself into now, but he needs to get his butt over here! NOW! Nate's in jail-"

"What?" asked Sam, temporarily forgetting the reason why he called.

"His brother was arrested!" shouted Madeline, "so you tell Michael to get his butt over here and deal it! NOW!"


"I can't believe that Michael would allow this to happen! How irresponsible!"


"No Sam! You listen! I want Michael here! NOW!"

"Madeline!" shouted Sam. He drew looks from other people sitting the waiting room but he didn't care.

"What?" asked Madeline. "What is so important that you had to irrupt me, Sam?"

"Maddie, Mike's been hurt," said Sam sadly and softly. There was a small gasp at the other end of the line.

"What?" asked Madeline, her voice soft, "How?"

Sam rubbed his hand over his face, trying to decide how he should tell her. He decided to go with blunt truth. "Someone rigged a bomb to his front door," he said softly so no one would hear him.

"WHAT!" screamed Madeline so loud that Sam pulled the phone away from his ear. "Oh my God! Is Michael all right? Is he…" Her voice trailed off, not wanting to ask the question.

"He's still alive," said Sam.

"Oh thank God," breathed Madeline. "Bring him over the house and—"

"Maddie, I can't," said Sam.

"And why not?" demanded Madeline anger creeping back into her voice.

"I'm at the hospital," said Sam. "Mike's in surgery right now. He was…" Sam took a breath to swallow the lump in his throat. "He was hurt really bad, Maddie."

"How bad?" asked Madeline, fearful.

"It's critical," said Sam. "Fiona's on her way to pick you up right now to bring you to the hospital. I'll fill you in when you get here."

"Okay, Sam," said Maddie.

Sam nodded, "Okay Maddie. See you soon." Sam hung up the phone.

Three cups of bad coffee later, Sam was still sitting in the waiting room. Well, sitting was a bad choice of word. Instead, he was pacing back and forth across the waiting room.

"If you keep doing that, you're going to go straight through the floor."

Sam turned and saw one of the nurses looking at him, with a small smile. Sam rushed over to her.

"How is he?" he asked. "How's Michael?"

"Still in surgery," said the nurse.

Sam nodded. He ran a hand through his hair.

The nurse smiled and touched his arm lightly. "Don't worry. The doctors here are the best. Your son is in good hands."

Sam nodded, not really trusting his voice.

"Is there anyone I can call for you?" she asked.


Sam groaned. He and the nurse looked up to see Fiona and Madeline running towards him.

"Is that your wife?" asked the nurse.

"You could say that," said Sam. He sighed "If I were you, I'd be in another wing in the hospital. Because she is most likely going to start yelling."

The nurse nodded and took off.

"Sam!" asked Madeline, "What is going on? Where's my son?"

"Maddie calm down," said Sam. "Mike's still in surgery."

"Surgery?" exclaimed Madeline. "For what?"

Sam sighed. He turned to Fiona. "You didn't tell her?"

"I didn't think it would be the best time!" shouted Fiona. She crossed her arms.

Sam sighed. He collapsed in the chair. Fiona and Madeline sat down next to him.

"Sam, what happened?" asked Fiona.

"Do you want the short version or the long one?" he asked. "Someone took out the sniper. Blew him up. Whoever that someone was also rigged Mikey's front door."

"Oh my God!" whispered Madeline.

"It appears that Mikey must have jumped over the balcony and fell," said Sam. "He landed on top of the Charger. It probably saved his life." He sighed. "When I got there, he was on the ground unconsciousness."

"How is he?" asked Madeline.

"Broken arm, concussion, three broken ribs, punctured lung, ruptured spleen, and some internal bleeding," said Sam. "Not to mention he'll be back and blue for a month."

"What about Carla?" asked Fiona, "Could she have done this?"

"Whose Carla?" asked Madeline.

Sam shrugged, "No idea. I doubt it. But I bet you two beers that she's looking for Mikey right now. I managed to lose the tail on the way here but I doubt she'll be gone for long."

"So what can we do?" asked Fiona. "Should we move him? Get him to a different hospital?"

Sam shook his head. "No. He's critical." He rubbed his hand over his face. "He coded in the ER," he said softly.

"HE DID WHAT?" shouted Madeline and Fiona together.

"How could you not tell me?" shouted Fiona.

"His lung collapsed," said Sam. "He went into respiratory distress. But he's still alive. He's in surgery right now, to fix the hole in the lung. And the ruptured spleen."

"So we just leave him here like a sitting duck?" asked Fiona.

"He's here under a false name!" said Sam. "Carla shouldn't be able to find him for at least-" Sam trailed off. "Oh crap."

Fiona and Madeline looked up. "Oh no," said Fiona.

"Hello all," said Carla. She walked up to the group. She smiled. "So, anyone care to tell me where Michael is?"

Suspense! Horrible cliff hanger I know!

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