A/N: This was not originally part of the story, but since people asked for it, I decided to write it as a kind of missing scene. Hope you enjoy!
Tucker closed the door to his temporary bedroom. What a wild 24 hours this had been. When he'd seen Ollie down in that tank, it had never occurred to him to let Hank handle things. If he had, things might have been totally different. And now…now he had to call his father. He knew it was what Hank wanted him to do, but there was a part of him that wished he never had to speak to his father again. They'd only talked once since Tucker had dropped him off in Connecticut, and that had been pretty brief, only small talk and awkward silence.
Tucker pulled out his phone and sat down on the bed. Dialing the number he sat and waited. A secretary picked up.
"Yes, I'm calling for Marshall Bryant? This is Tucker Bryant, his son."
"One moment please."
Tucker felt his heart rate rising as he sat waiting for someone to pick up. He swallowed hard. Maybe he should just hang up. There was no reason his father needed to know what was going on. He didn't deserve to know.
"Hello?"
Tucker's mouth went dry at the sound of his father's voice.
"Hello?"
Tucker finally found his voice. "Hey, Dad."
"Tucker! Hey kiddo! How's it going?"
"It's, uh, it's good, Dad. How are you?"
"I'm doing all right. Food's not great, but I can't complain too much can I?"
"Yeah, I guess not."
"So I was thinking the other day that-"
"Dad," Tucker cut his father off. "I have to tell you something."
"Oh, okay," his dad sounded a little confused. "What's up?"
"I…well, there was an accident yesterday and I had to go to the hospital."
"What? Are you okay? Are you bleeding?"
"No, Dad, it had nothing to do with that. I breathed in some fumes, it's no big deal. They released me this morning."
"Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should-"
"No, I'm fine, Dad. Hank says so and I believe him."
"Oh," Marshall Bryant's voice was dripping with sarcasm, "well if Hank says so…"
"Dad, I don't want to fight about this. I'm staying at Hank's, he's taking care of me, end of discussion."
"You're staying at his house?" Marshall said incredulously.
"Yes, Dad, I'm staying at his house. He offered to let me hang here for a few days so I don't have to be at home alone."
"I don't like it."
"You don't like a lot of things, and guess what, you're not here. So I'll decide where I'm staying and who's going to be my doctor," Tucker said angrily.
There was silence on the line. "I…" Marshall Bryant seemed speechless, "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, okay," Tucker said, suddenly very tired. "Look, Dad, I gotta go."
"Oh. Okay, well, you're sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Okay, bye Tucker."
"Bye."
Tucker hung up and put his head in his hands. His father had the ability to make him angry like no one else could. He was hurt and all his dad could do was focus on Hank. So what if Hank was taking care of him? It was more than Marshall Bryant was doing.
His phone buzzed and he opened it to find a text message from Libby.
I Love You.
Tucker smiled and texted back.
Love You Too.
Pushing away thoughts of his father, he focused on those who did care about him. Libby and Hank and Evan and Divya and Jill. They genuinely wanted him to be healthy and happy. He had to remember that.
Setting his phone on the nightstand he stretched out on the bed. They cared and that was all that mattered. That was what he needed to hold on to.
A/N: That's all I've got for now! Any final reviews would be most appreciated!