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Mount Sinai Hospital, New York, February 27th, 12:15 am.

"Is there anything I can get for either of you?"

The offer came from the nurse who earlier had seen to Elise. The two people sitting in the room looked her way and spoke together.

"No, thanks."

"Just let me know if you do, okay?"

"We will. You've been very kind," answered Gordon.

The nurse paused slightly before continuing. "I think you should know that a reporter has been sniffing around asking questions and trying to get information about Mr. Tracy. One of the other nurses found him asking Elise Collins about the crash."

Bidding farewell, the nurse left the room. Gordon was fuming!

"Damn him! Damn Ned Cook! He's knows better than this!"

He was now out of his seat and had started to pace, hands on his hips. "Just who the hell does he think he is?"

"Gordon, please calm down. You're not helping matters by yellin'. First thing that you need to do is call Scott and let him know. Lord knows the last thing your father needs is a media frenzy here in the hospital."

Hearing Dianne's rational words helped calm him down, but Gordon was not going to let this slide. If Ned Cook could gain access to Elise, so could others.

"You're right Mom, I'll call Scott now."

Gordon was about to leave when the surgeon entered the room.

"Dr. Tracy?" The look on his face was grave.

Rising slowly, the fear welling up inside her, Dianne stammered, "Oh God, NO!"

Gordon was by her side in an instant, offering support with his arm.

"Dr. Tracy, your husband is alive. However, he is in critical condition."

Dianne let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Please, sit down, and we'll discuss the surgery so far."

All three of them sat down. Gordon and Dianne listened intently as the surgeon began to explain what had been, and still was, going on in the OR.

"We are almost halfway through this surgery. We have removed most of his spleen; unfortunately, it was too damaged to be saved. We also stopped the internal bleeding by making repairs to several severed smaller arteries. We also had to repair a tear in his liver. This was tricky, but it has decreased the amount of blood loss."

All Dianne could do was fight to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. All she could think about was: could I, should I have done more at the crash site? Gordon was just trying to understand and absorb exactly what was going on with his father.

"We are, at the moment, fusing the broken ribs so that they align and heal correctly. Once we have these immediate injuries taken care of, we can monitor the brain swelling more closely."

"Brain swelling?" Gordon all but choked the words out.

"Yes, Mr. Tracy suffered trauma to his brain and although the swelling is stable at present, we need to closely monitor its condition. Unfortunately, we can't try to fix everything in one surgery. His body wouldn't be able to stand any more traumas at this point. If we did proceed, I'm afraid it could end his life."

The Doctor was trying to be as sympathetic, yet realistic as he dared. The outlook so far, for his patient, was not good. "Do either of you have any questions for me at this point?"

Dianne spoke softly "Yes, umm... did the IR personnel give you all the correct information about my husband's injuries when they brought him in?"

The Surgeon was a little surprised at the question but answered her "Yes, they did an outstanding job. If they hadn't, we might not have been able to repair the vital injuries first. We knew exactly what needed to be done. Had we not, the outcome may have been a lot worse."

He offered a small smile and advised them he needed to get back to the OR. "Thank you, sir." Gordon held out his hand and the surgeon shook it, nodded to them both and returned to the OR.

A soft sob and sniffle from behind him made Gordon turn back to Dianne. "Oh Gordon, what if he doesn't make it? What if he... "

She couldn't finish her words because the threatening tears fell and she sobbed her heart out.

"Mom, he'll make it, he has to. He wouldn't dare leave you, not now."

He took her in his arms and that was how Scott and Grandma found them upon their arrival.

Post by FrankieCTB2 on 02/07/2004

Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!

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