I am so sorry, it has been forever, we hit some family problems. And we moved and had no net for a while. I am so sorry, well, I hope you like it.

Disclamer: I do not own anything but the storyline, all rights go to Kelly Armstrong.

Chapter 6

About a week later Simon was almost unable to keep any type of food down at all. Derek refused to leave Simon's side even though Simon was almost always passed out. Andrew was trying to talk Kit into taking Simon to the hospital to see of something was wrong, he only fell down the stairs to start with.

Kit was now sitting there with Simon after forcing Derek to go take a shower, after picking up a kicking and screaming little boy; he had refused to do that for two days now. Simon had had nothing to get sick off of and was okay now; not puking. Simon had told Kit what he could recall from the fall down the stairs, and now Kit was positive that he had been pushed down, by Rick the ten year old.

Kit pulled back the blanket to look at Simon's wounded leg with the scratch on it he gasped out and looked better at it. It was starting to get infected and redness was starting to go all the way around his leg. He looked up to make sure that Derek was not out of the shower. Kit got up and walked to the kitchen and pulled out a notepad and wrote on it.

Andrew-

Simon is not doing that good. I am going to take him to the hospital and see

what is going on with him. The scratch on his leg it infected and is starting to reach

around his leg. I don't know what to do, Derek is in the shower and I need to go

could you bring him to the hospital around five tonight.

I need some time to see what is going on.

Thank you,

Kit

After writing the note he slid it under the coffee pot; Andrew was always the first to wake up. He would understand the brief note and take into concern that Derek was over protective. Kit walked back out onto the main living room that had been made into Simon's temporary bedroom, only because Kit had grown tired of carrying Simon around as he had grown weaker over the last week.

Kit went over to the couch and picked up Simon and walked over to the chair that had extra blankets; in case Simon got sick again. He pulled two out of the pile and wrapped them around Simon. Simon started to wake up then and looked up at Kit. "What's happening, Daddy?

"You are okay." Kit kissed Simon's hot forehead. "I am taking you somewhere."

"Where are we going, Daddy?" Simon croaked out and went paler. "Are we going to the hospital?"

Kit could only nod. He hugged his son tightly to his chest and walked to the door. Simon put up a little fight on the way out of the house, but he was too weak to make it work really. Kit lied back the front seat and set Simon gently on, Simon was passed out again before they were even out of the driveway.

When they reached the hospital Simon would not wake up at all, Kit was almost sobbing as he picked up the small boy, that had lost so much weight since the fall. Kit walked in through the emergency doors, and a nurse walked up to him to ask what the problem was. The minute Kit said that his son would not wake up, she was in action, pulling Kit over to a bed and wheeling Simon away.

After a few moments of standing there looking like an idiot, the nurse came back and took him to a waiting room to wait for a doctor to come back and tell him what was going on.

"Do any of you have any idea what is wrong with my son?" Kit said, refusing to walk into the waiting room anymore.

"Sir,-" the nurse started to say, but was cut off.

"Kit"

"Okay, Kit, I am only a nurse, I can't do anything but make the patients comfortable." she said, swiping a strand of long blond hair behind her ear. "My name is Kelly, just call me Kelly. I will get back to you as fast as I can, but you need to wait for the Doctor to some and tell you what the matter with you're son is. I am sorry.

Kit nodded his head.

"There is coffee and water right down this hall and to the right." Kelly said, pointing down the hall. "I need to go back to the front of the hospital."

Kit nodded and sat down. Now it was time for the oh so fun, Waiting Game. Kit turned on the TV in the room, sat and stared out the window, while the News played. There was nothing that he could do now, and as he sat there he started to think how this was all his fault.

To start off matters, if he had not gone to get Derek, then they would not have had to leave in the first place. If they had not even had anything to do with the Edison Group in the first place, and that would go back only a few years before Simon was born, then they would only have to worry about their selves. Kit was so lost in thought that he did not hear that his phone was buzzing in his pocket. On the second round of buzzing he finally answered, it was Andrew.

"Kit," Andrew said, in a frantic voice. "What happened? Has the doctor come back to talk to you?"

"Umm, no, not yet." Kit got out then reality came crashing down on him. "Andrew, I got Simon here, and in the car he would not wake up. I don't know what to do, what if I-I. . ." Kit found that he could not finish the sentence.

"He will be fine." Andrew said, in a strong voice. "Listen I am going to bring Derek right now, he will not sit still. He is worrying, he flipped out and woke my up asking if Simon was dead, when he got out of the shower."

"Okay, bring him on by." Kit said, holding back a sob. "I'll see you both in a few."

"Andrew, are we almost there?" Derek said, trying to look out the window as best he could with out a booster seat. Derek would not sit still in the seat.

Andrew looked in the mirror thinking, man, this hid is hyper. "We will be there in a few minutes. Just sit down and rest, for a bit, we are about ten minutes away."

Derek finally sat back seeing no reason to try to keep up the window fighting. He did not like cars at all, the only reason that he was in here was so that he could get to Simon faster then walking, even though he would have liked the walk. But Derek was sitting down, but not really still he was fiddling with the seatbelt, pulling on a loose string in the street.

Then finally they pulled into the hospital parking lot. Derek started pulling at the door while Andrew was still trying to find a place to park. Derek did not know that the child safety was on the car door, and kept pulling on the door.

When Andrew finally found a parking spot he turned in his seat to look at Derek, and said. "You need to be quite in this place, we could be taken out of this place if you start yelling of talking too loud, and if you want to see Simon, you need to keep it down, you got that Derek?"

Derek nodded, scowling at the door. Andrew had the thought of, if looks could kill, that door would be on the ground.

"I am sorry, Son. Your father told me how much you loved the car the last time." Andrew was saying as Derek tried the door again. "I need to open the door from the other side, hang on." and he had his door open and he was walking to the other side of the car to open the door. Derek stepped out and started walking toward the hospital.

When Derek was in the hospital, he had a flashback almost right off the bat. He was about two tears younger with an older man walking next to him, pulling him by the cuff of his shirt. He was fighting back trying to get away.

"Derek, hay are you okay?" Andrew was bent over on one knee, looking Derek in the eyes. Derek blinked and nodded.

"Where's Simon, Andrew?" Derek asked, not knowing that they would have to check in then find Kit.

"Well, first," Andrew pointed toward the front desk. "We need to tell them who we are, I am going to be you're uncle if they ask, okay?"

"Okay, Uncle Andrew?" Derek said, not meaning to make it sound like a question. "What about me?"

"Derek, you are his brother." he said holding out his hand for Derek to take. "Okay, now wait until you are talked to other then you're father and I, but the staff here are different. Now here we are.

Andrew stood there and waited for the nurse to walk back to the front desk. When the nurse was back, she was smiling faintly at them. "Hello. How may I help you?"

"We are here for Kit Bea?"

"Oh, right this way."

They all walked around a corner and then they were in the waiting room. The only people that were there was an older woman and Kit, they were talking. As they got closer, Derek ran up and hugged Kit, almost knocking Kit down.

"He should be awake in a few hours. You brought him in right in time, he was almost comatose, his blood sugar was twenty-five and that is way low." the Doctor was saying, in a serious tone. "He is now on antibiotics for the leg, and an insulin drip, but there is a longer lasting thing that you will have to worry about."

Kit's face shot up from trying to calm a frantic Derek.

Hay, I hope you liked the chapter, I'll update when I can.