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From: lillehafrue Sent: 10/14/2006 6:07 PM

Scott paced the length of the small waiting room. He glanced up at the clock for the hundredth time since he'd brought Nikki, Dom and Dianne in.

He sighed. The call home had been rough. While Scott knew his father was merely concerned with Dianne's condition, Scott still resented being snapped at. I'm just as worried as he is.

He paced the length of the room again. That's it. I've had it. Time to find out what's going on. He marched out the door and went in search of the doctors.

The hospital staff was rushing around; most ignoring his presence, though a few sent curious glances in his direction. He walked over to a nurse's station. "I'm looking for my teammates. Can you tell me where they are?"

The woman nodded. "Let me look, sir." She looked down at her computer for a moment. "Your two nurses are being admitted now. They're being kept overnight for observation. Your doctor is still in surgery."

Scott closed his eyes briefly. "Thank-you."

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I...I hope things turn out all right."

So do I. "Thank-you. Which way do I go?"

The woman pointed down the opposite hallway. "That way, sir. I'll make sure some one keeps you appraised of your other teammate's condition."

"Thanks again." Scott made his way down the hall, stopping in front of one of the doors. He knocked briefly, then stepped inside.

Dom looked up as he came in. "Scott! How's the Doc? These blokes won't tell me anything!" he said irritably.

Scott shook his head. "She's still in surgery. I'm as much in the dark as you." He tried to smile. "How are you feeling?"

Dom shrugged, carefully. "Sore. No concussion, but whiplash. And a marvelous variety of bumps and bruises. They're insisting I stay for observation, but what about Josh?!" he said agitatedly.

"Easy, Dom, Josh is being taken care of. I'm sure Grandma and the others just love having him all to themselves." He gave Dom a stern look. "Now, worry about getting better so you can get back to him."

"FAB." Dom smiled wearily. "Can you let me know as soon as you hear about the Doc?"

"You know I will. Get some rest." Scott gave Dom one last look before going in search of Nikki. He got to her room just as the doctor was coming out of it.

"There you are, good. Saves me from having to go look for you."

The man smiled warmly at Scott. "I'm Dr. Stephan Mansfield. Your colleague," He glanced down at the chart in his hands. "Angel?" Scott nodded. "Well, she's going to be fine. There was no break to the ankle, just a bad sprain. And a nice case of whiplash on top of it. I've given her a mild sedative to help with the pain, and she's sleeping. I'd rather you left her alone for the time being. You can go in later."

Scott nodded again. "And Tynan?"

"Again, nothing serious. Whiplash and bruising, mostly from the seat restraints. I'd like them to both stay overnight for observation."

"That will be fine. But I will insist on some sort of security. I don't want anyone getting into these rooms unless it's you or me," Scott said, his tone brooking no argument.

The man didn't flinch. "I can assure you, son, nothing is going to happen to them here."

"All the same, I'd rather not take the chance," Scott persisted.
Dr. Mansfield nodded. "I can have guards up here in a few minutes. As to only me being allowed in, I do have other patients. The nurses will have to attend to your teammates as well."

"Fine," Scott growled, his temper near the breaking point. He wanted food, bath and sleep, not necessarily in that order. And he knew he wasn't likely to get any of them any time soon.

Just then Carol appeared at their side. "Maverick? We've secured the area for your...ship. You can move it anytime." She looked closely at Scott. "Can I get you something? Coffee? A sandwich?"
Scott smiled gratefully. "Both would be great."

She smiled back. "Consider it done." She pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to him. "This is a pass-key. It will open the doors to the secure wing. There will be guards posted as well."

Dr. Mansfield nodded to Scott. "See, everything will be fine. Now, go move your ship, then get some rest. You won't do your people any good if you end up there with them." He shook Scott's hand once more, then walked off down the hallway.

Scott turned to Carol. "Do you have any news concerning my other colleague? Last I was told, she's still in surgery."

"Let me see what I can do." Carol told him.

"Thank-you."

"Come, let me take you to the parking lot." She led the way down to the lower level. "Back there, we've cleared Parking Area B. It should be large enough for your ship, and it's a secure lot so the press won't be able to get close."

"Sounds perfect." Scott turned to her. "Thank-you again for your assistance."

"It's my pleasure. I'll be inside when you're through."
Scott made his way back to Thunderbird One. He sat in the pilot's chair for a moment, his thoughts whirling. Dom and Nikki will be fine. We'll figure out how to get them home tomorrow. Who knows how long Mom'll have to stay...He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache of enormous proportions sneaking up on him. Dad should be here soon. I just hope I have some news by then...


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