Just have to wait

Becky grins and helps Wendy prepare the meal. "Sitting around all day, no one feels hungry, but as soon as you can smell it, tummies start to complain." She helps get everything together and sets out some bowls for anyone who wants to come in the kitchen and get some.

Cindy continues to sit by the fire, her eyes dry, but her face pale and downcast. Her mind is recalling so many things...so many emotions are running wild... what will happen? Will her son be okay? What if he's not? What would she do?

Sparky sits quietly at one of the tables, weary from research, and giving his eyes a break. He looks up as Annie comes back, and wonders at the papers she holds.


Mick gives Rosetta a sidelong glance, unable to help a slight enjoyment of being back in action. The light turns green and he continues to tail the van. After several turns though, the taillights suddenly disappear. Mick slows down, his eyes wide. "What? Where did they go? They were just in front of us!" He glances down several side streets, turns around, circles back and starts again, but there's no sign of the van. Stopping, he hits the steering wheel in frustration. "How could I have lost them? They had to have realized what was up and turned their lights off or something." The traffic in town proves that trying to find the van in the dark would be useless.

Nurses come in and out of Jason's room, JT comes once, and Austin and Con check in on him and Katie. Finally a couple hours later, Austin gently rouses Katie. "Hey...there's a couch out here in the lobby right by the room. Why don't you get some more comfortable rest?"

Con stands out in the hall and paces as he dials Wes' phone. "Hey...it's Con. Austin wanted me to call with an update. Jason's doing alright...he's stable, but....he's in a coma. The doctor isn't sure what it all means, and he can't predict how long it will last, so...if nothing has changed in a day or two, we'll allow anyone who wants to see him to come down. Otherwise, we're just going to have to wait."


Outside the hospital, in the shadows of the parking lot, a stealthy figure makes his way along the wall. A gun is tucked beneath his jacket, with intentions only he knows. Entering the hospital, he casually asks about a name then goes to the elevator, heading for room three-thirteen.