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Shon lifted his hand to brush the tears from her face as she lowered her head to the bed and sighed heavily. She was so tired. “You’ve been here the whole time?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t leave him.”
Shon smiled weakly. “He has that affect on people. I’m sorry.”
“Hey.” Lindsey soothed. “It wasn’t your fault. You were the victim here as well.”
Shon nodded. “Dawson?”
“The kid with the knife? He’s alive and singing like a canary, one of your upstanding local businessmen was behind the whole charade.”
“Makes sense.” Shon nodded towards the door. “Mr. Donahue.”
Ray’s face was grave and pre-occupied as he entered the room. Expecting the worst Lindsey clutched the bedding tightly.
“Peter will be fine, he’s out of surgery.” Ray smiled.
Lindsey leapt to her feet and slung her arms around his neck. “Thank God.”
“There were some complications, he lost a lot of blood and flat-lined twice on the table. But the knife missed the major organs and he’s in recovery. Doc says we can see him in a couple of hours.”
She wiped at the tears on her face.
“He was stabbed with the same knife as me.” Shon’s voice was weak. “Had Nexus on it.”
Ray nodded, “Yes they know, very concentrated from the reports. They don’t know the long term effects.”
“But he’s alive.” Lindsey emphasised.
“Yes. His dad’s in with him now.”
“And Curtis?”
“Anton’s here, we sent Curtis home.”
“Good.” Lindsey looked back at the man on the bed and gnawed at her lower lip.
“Go.” Shon smiled and waved her away.
She kissed him on the cheek and almost ran out the door.
~~~****~~~
For all his years in the profession of healing people Ray Axon was ill equipped for the sight of his child laying prone on the gurney. His pale features were grey against the white bedding. Heavy gauze bandages wrapped the broad chest and bruises had already begun to appear under his normally expressive blue eyes.
His resolve nearly fled him as he ambled forward and ran his fingers along his son’s hand.
“Oh Peter.” He sighed heavily and for the first time since his wife died wept. Nothing could ever prepare you for seeing your baby so vulnerable and distressed. Peter moved his head on the pillow clawing himself up from the depths of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes and blinked, unable to speak and moved his fingers as his father clutched at his hand.
“Dad.”
“Shhhh, don’t talk son, I’m here.”
Peter nodded and drifted back into the medication as a small knowing smile bent his lips.
~~~****~~~
“Anton I think it’s time you and I had a talk about Peter.” Ray nodded towards the elevators. “In private if you don’t mind.” Without waiting for a response the old doctor strode away and Anton hurried to catch him up.
They rode down in the lift together and it wasn’t until they were seated outside in the hospital park with the sun warming them that Ray turned to Anton.
“It wasn’t my place.” Anton pre-empted the question and Ray scowled.
“Are you aware of the type of friendship my son had with Connor?” Ray watched the pretty nurses sit down on the grass and open packaged sandwiches.
“Yes, are you?”
“I’m not stupid man, of course I knew. Peter loved him so much, I told him to come home after the memorial service and he said no, he couldn’t bear to be away from his things.”
“And you’re okay with this?” Anton asked slightly shocked.
“That my son prefers men? Of course not, but no matter what he does, he’s my son. I can’t pretend to understand the preference but I liked Connor, and he was good for Peter so how could I meddle?”
“We didn’t know at all until two weeks ago.” Anton leaned back in the seat and stretched out his long legs.
“So I gathered. Peter never spoke about it and I know that the only person who was close to him was Mrs. Mac.”
“Who?”
“You haven’t met her? She’s the housekeeper.”
“Oh. No, I’ve never had cause to visit the house.” Anton stuffed his hands in his pockets and relaxed.
“Tell me Anton, just how good are your psych evaluations at the OSIR?”
“We would hope the best.”
“You’d be wrong. Didn’t anyone care enough to take an interest in him?”
“He didn’t want us to. Every time we tried he turned us away.”
“Seems like no one tried very hard.”
“If you knew what he was going through why didn’t you go to see him?” Anton was defensive.
“Because Peter and I don’t see eye to eye. I didn’t think he needed the conflict with me.”
“What is the source of the conflict?” Anton asked the question that had puzzled him.
“The Axons are all doctors, medical doctors, I was fifth generation. Peter was determined not to follow in my footsteps and was very vocal about that. In the interim my wife died and Peter was involved in a fatal car crash. He was only a kid.” Ray shook his head as he clutched the edge of the wooden bench, his knuckles turning white against the pressure.
“Yes I know about the accident.”
“Two boys died, they were just kids, Peter was not legally drunk but he’d had enough.”
“According to the accident report at the time despite his level of intoxication, he wasn’t at fault there were no charges laid.”
“No but the kids’ parents didn’t see it that way, they needed someone to blame. And he came home to me and I totally failed to see his pain or what he was telling me.”
“That he was involved with one of the boys who died.” Anton theorised
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