That had been a scary and nerve racking mission, there were moments where he thought they weren't going to make it. He had almost not made it…

Those mines and …and that explosion, he could still feel the heat of it. He had lost consciousness for a couple minutes and he knew that didn't mean anything good but at the time, he had been too high on adrenaline to take notice to his body.

But now, now that everything was calming down and they were home, it was starting to hit him…hit him really hard. He was hiding in his room, hoping none of his brothers realised something was wrong. He didn't want to worry any of them, they had enough on their plate as is…

But a part of him really wanted one of them to notice something was off, that something was wrong. Surely one of them notice that he had been knocked unconscious, right? But they have been busy lately, he wouldn't blame them if they didn't notice…

It wasn't that bad, even though his head was hurting like hell and he felt so clammy, It could have been much…much worse, he thought as he leaned against his bed, his head resting on his mattress. His stomach was uneasy as well, which filled him with dread.

He was watching the door, a part of him wishing that it would open and one of his brothers would see him. See the pain that he was in and take it away, lightly scold him for not coming to them while they looked after him. But the door stayed closed and he was left to drown in his pain, as it got worse and worse…

Virgil POV

"Hey, Allie? Sorry I couldn't check up on you earlier…" he said as he pushed Alan's bedroom door open, "Gordon had me helping him clean up th-Alan!?" He exclaimed as he laid eyes on his baby brother, moving towards him instantly.

Alan was lying limp on the ground next to his bed, his skin pale and clammy with sweat. He dropped to his knees next to Alan and noticed with horror that Alan's skin was starting to bruise.

Shit! What had happened up there?! He thought as he scooped Alan up into his arms. Alan groaned in pain at the movement but showed no other sign of waking up.

"Scott!" He hit his comm, hard. "I need you in Alan's room right now!"

John and Kayo had said they lost contact with Alan for a little while but thought it was just interference from the explosions or the chaos crew, but it was obvious to him now that something much worse had happened…

Scott came running into Alan's room and swore at the sight, dropping to his knees next to him. "What happened?!" Scott's hand went to Alan's forehead, feeling for a temperature. "Shit, he has a temperature…"

"I don't know, I just found him like this.." He explained as he cradled Alan in his arms, "something must have happened on that rescue…"

Scott's lips thinned into a straight line, his eyes hardening. "he needs the infirmary, now.."

They were gathered in the infirmary, watching and waiting anxiously as Brains ran medical scans on Alan, who still haven't gained conscious at all. His baby brother was so small on that exam table, IV in his arm…

Scott was watching brains like a hawk, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and frowning. He could feel the tension radiating from Scott, it filled him with dread.

Those mines and the hex may not be the only thing exploding today…

"I just got off a call with Captain Rigby.." Kayo said as she entered the room, "and it would seem that Alan and Rigby were hit and knocked unconscious by one of the mines exploding…"

Scott frown deepened…

"Rigby doesn't remember much of the incident as he was knocked unconscious, but from what he could recall, Alan was the one that took the brunt force of the explosion.."

He grimaced as his imagination gave him a mental image of his baby brother getting hit by an explosion. How had none of them noticed something was obviously wrong?!

Sure, they had realised that something had happened but…but not how bad that something was! They should have noticed that their baby brother had been caught in an explosion, they should have noticed!

"Brains, are you finished with the scans yet?" Scott demanded, sounding tired and fed up with waiting. "Is he okay or not?"

Grandma frown at Scott's tone, giving Scott a disappointment look. He was also not happy with Scott's attitude, but he knew that Scott was only acting this way because he was scared and worried. A scared Scott was a dangerous Scott, it was an unspoken truth that they all knew….

"W-we-well y-yes a-and no.." Brains stuttered as he looked through the scans anxiously, "he has s-suffered a b-bad con-concussion, and I w-would need to s-s-send the scans off to a p-p-professional for further d-details but.." Brains adjusted his glasses, "b-but he should r-recover in t-t-time with rest…h-hopefully…"

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to ignore that little 'hopefully' brains had added softly at the end of his sentence. Scott was pinching his nose, his eyebrows creased in pain. Stress headache most likely…