It was already three days since Jamie was rushed to the hospital. Three sleepless nights for his father and the rest of the family, who were nervously awaiting the news about their beloved family member. The commissioner wasn't willing to leave the hospital even for a moment. It was only on Wednesday when Danny managed to convince his father to go home and at least take a shower. Danny secretly hoped he would convince Frank to take a nap there, but he wasn't really successful.

There were no news about Jamie's condition. He wasn't neither improving, nor was he getting worse.

Erin came to the hospital while her father was home taking a shower. She handed Danny a cup of coffee, sitting down next to her brother. This whole waiting was just killing her. She thought for herself. But then, it wasn't easy for anybody in her family.

Danny and Erin just sat next to each other, wordlessly drinking the coffee. Erin leaned her head against her brother's shoulder, finding a comfort by his side. Danny planted his sister's head a kiss, embracing his hand around her arms.

"He will be ok," Danny whispered into Erin's ear, trying to encourage her a bit.

"I wish you were right," she sighed heavily, cuddling bit closer to her brother.

Danny just rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her down. But the truth was, he was pretty much worried himself.

"You remember what he was like when he was little?" Erin asked Danny suddenly. "He always wanted to do everything we did," She reminded her brother, thinking about Jamie.

"How could I forgot?" Danny smirked for himself. "Remember, when he almost drown himself because he wanted to prove us he could swim as good as we did," he reminded Erin.

"Yeah, I do," Erin just laughed. "Joe had to literally drag him out of the water or he would really have drown himself." She stated, giving Danny a grin.

"Or when he insisted he was big enough to go fishing with us." Danny mentioned towards his sister. "The kid just kept begging and begging. So, dad and grandpa finally agreed to take him with us to the fishing trip. Although mum didn't think it was a good idea." Danny recalled.

"Dad made me and Joe watch over Jamie to our very much protests." He added as he remembered the event.

"Of course, we didn't particularly pay attention to our kid brother. So, naturally we didn't see how the fish he caught pulled him under the water. The kid just wouldn't let go of that bloody rod. So proud of his first fish he caught. Finally, dad had to pull him out of the water or the kid would drown himself." He reminded Erin, shaking his head.

"You should have seen dad," Danny told Erin. "He was so pissed with me and Joe that we didn't look after our baby brother." He remembered.

How many years it must have been since they took that fishing trip? He thought for himself. Was it already twenty years ago? He was then eighteen. He counted in his head.

Who would have thought that twenty years later one of his brothers would be dead and the other will be fighting for his bare life? Danny thought for himself, shaking his head, not able to believe it.

He sighed heavily, rubbing Erin's back.

"Danny," Erin called her brother, trying to get his attention. "I'm scared," she uttered weakly, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, I know, sis," he replied, planting another kiss into her hair. Me too. He thought. But he had to be strong now. Not only for Jamie, but also for his father and his sister.

***BB***

Two days later, the doctors decided to try to wake Jamie from his medically induced coma to see how his body will react. It was already late in the afternoon when Frank Reagan was allowed to briefly visit his son again. The doctors still did not allow anyone else, beside the commissioner, to visit Jamie, for his condition was still not good.

The dreaded father was now standing next to his son's hospital bed, holding his child's hand, talking to Jamie in a low voice. The ICU unit was a simply equipped room with various machines in it, Frank did not really know what they were for. He could hear the heart monitor beeping every other second, finding strange comfort in that disturbing noise. Although the sound of the beeping wasn't pleasant, to him it represented hope. It meant his son was alive, fighting. Frank sighed heavily, looking down at his youngest son's lifeless body. Jamie just looked so thin and pale.

The commissioner gently brushed Jamie's bold head, wishing Jamie would wake up.

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

Frank remembered the day Jamie was born. He could see it in front of his eyes like a picture. The moment Mary woke him up, telling him she was having contractions. The endless wait before Jamie came to this world. He recalled how nervous he was because the birth was taking forever, or at least compared to the birth of his other children. He also remembered Mary holding their new born baby in her loving arms, giving Jamie's little head a gentle kiss. Or how he finally held Jamie in his own arms for the first time, wordlessly welcoming his new born son into their family.

It seemed like it all happened just yesterday, but in reality it has already been twenty eight years. It also has been seven years since his beloved wife passed away and three years since his middle son was shot. And now, his youngest son was fighting for his bare life.

Oh, God, I can't lose Jamie too. The commissioner thought for himself as he prayed to God for his son's recovery.

And it was in this moment when he heard his son's voice calling him.

"Dad," Jamie uttered weakly.

Frank looked down at his son, not really able to believe his own eyes.

"Jamie," the commissioner almost exclaimed, squeezing his son's hand, letting him know that he was there with him.

Frank could see his son was obviously not feeling well and that he was awfully weak, but at least he opened his eyes, letting him know that he was still there with them.

"Dad," Jamie repeated again. His voice was barely a whisper.

"It's ok, son, I'm here with you," the commissioner told Jamie, squeezing his hand.

"Jamie, how do you feel?" Frank asked his son.

"Not good," Jamie whispered tiredly for it was difficult for him to even speak.

"Should I call the nurse?" His father wanted to know.

"No, it's ok," Jamie mumbled, giving his father's hand a weak squeeze. "Just stay," he pleaded his father before he felt asleep again.

***BB***

"Dad, how is he?" Danny wanted to know eagerly. He came to the hospital the first thing he heard Jamie woke up.

"Well, he is very weak," the commissioner told Danny the truth.

"But he woke up, right?" Danny asked nervously.

"Yes, he did," the commissioner assured his oldest.

"So, does it mean…," Danny implicated, unable to finish the sentence. He was so worried for his brother the whole time.

"No, Danny, he is not out of the woods yet, but according to his doctors he is slightly improving." Frank informed his oldest son, trying to encourage him a bit.

"Did he say something when he woke up?" Danny wanted to know

"Well, he didn't say much." His father uttered. "I asked him how he was and he told me he wasn't feeling good and then he asked me to stay. That's all he said before he felt asleep again." Frank told his son.

"But he will be okay, right?" Danny asked his father, looking for reassurance. "I mean, he woke up…," he added, being desperate to hear that his kid brother will be okay.

"I hope so, son," was all the commissioner could tell Danny right now.

***BB***

It took another several hours until Jamie woke up again.

Frank squeezed Jamie's hand, wordlessly letting him know he was there with him.

Jamie's tired eye's just found his father's face, giving him a weak smile.

"Dad," Jamie uttered, looking into his father's eyes. He was exhausted, but he was grateful to see his father.

"What is it, Jamie?" The commissioner asked his son tenderly.

"I saw mum," Jamie mumbled tiredly towards his father.

"What do you mean, Jamie?" The commissioner questioned surprised, not really understanding what Jamie was talking about.

"I mean, when I was unconscious," Jamie explained to his father.

"You did?" The commissioner uttered.

"I did." Jamie replied. "She came to me and she gave me a kiss, embracing me in her arms, telling me how proud she was of me," Jamie told his father.

"Well, that sounds like your mother," the commissioner uttered, giving Jamie a weak smile. Tears glittering in his eyes, knowing how close he was to losing his beloved son.

"She just held me in her arms, rubbing my back." Jamie continued.

"I wanted to stay with her, because I didn't feel any pain there," he said to his father.

The commissioner just gasped for a breath, tears filling his eyes.

"Jamie…," he started, not sure what he should tell his son.

"But mum told me that I needed to go back to you," Jamie added tiredly, giving Frank a weak smile.

"Well, she was right," Frank told Jamie, squeezing his son's hand, thanking to his deceased wife for keeping Jamie with him.

"She also wanted me to tell you that she was okay," Jamie told his father. "And so is Joe." He added.

"Did you see Joe, Jamie?" Frank wanted to know.

"No," Jamie shook his head. "Mum just told me about him and that he was watching out for me," Jamie explained to his father.

"I'm sure he is," Frank admitted, giving his son a warm smile.

"Dad?" Jamie called his father.

"What is it, Jamie," Frank asked his son.

"I'm tired," Jamie mumbled.

"It's okay, son, just go back to sleep," the commissioner told his son, stroking his bold head. Thanking God for keeping his child here with him.

"Dad?" Jamie uttered weakly.

"What is it, Jamie?" The commissioner wanted to know.

"I love you," Jamie stated towards his father, closing his eyes again.

"I love you too, son!" Frank told Jamie, planting his head a gentle kiss.

TBC

Just wanted to thank you guys for your support and tell you that I have been working on some of my other stories so stay tuned, The Blue Templar and Losing Jamie will continue soon :)

And much love to Will for his activism in Climate Strike movement or how is it called. Save the Earth. Reduce, reuse, refuse, recycle... and plant trees. Amen.