"Where am I" he thought, laying still, unsure of his surroundings. The light was dim as he fought to open his eyes, his vision blurred, unable to discern whether it was just another hopeful dream. He turned his head slightly to the left as he felt fingers at his wrist. Desperately trying to move, his heart began to race as fear crept in that he had been captured. "What's happening, who are you, get away" he yelled but his words were not heard.

"Adam, you're fine. Relax. They found you" the familiar voice whispered.

The nurse noticed the fluctuation in his pulse and breathing as she accessed him. "Mr. Ray, you're in the hospital" she assured him quietly, continuing her assessment. Chance tried hard to open his eyes further, to say something, the sedation keeping him under.

"Is there a problem" Tim asked having heard the nurse speaking. Everyone else had left for the night staying at the hotel across the street, everyone but Tim. He was adament he was not leaving him again. No one fought with him, they knew it was useless, he felt responsible just like before.

"No, Mr. Foust. His breathing and heart rate increased a bit when I touched his arm. His vitals have returned to normal. Actually I anticipated his response after what he's experienced" she replied.

Tim looked at her then him, he seemed to be resting. Running his hand through his hair he thanked her and apologized at the same time.

"No need to apologize, I completely understand. He's quite fortunate to have such devoted friends and family. Is there anything I can get for you?" she asked, completing her entries in the computer.

Tim declined needing anything, returning to the recliner that had been placed next to the bed. His head still ached from the broken nose but it was nothing in comparison to what his brother was feeling. The nurse returned a moment later, handing Tim a bottle of water and two tablets.

"Dr. Snyder instructed to give you these for your pain" she advised handing them to him.

Tim looked at her with a raised brow about to say something when she stopped him. "Sir, I know when someones in pain and those blackened eyes are another good indicator. Please, take them and rest. Your friend is in good hands". Tim gave her a slight smile, following her directions while she waited for him to take them.

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Jake sat at the small table in their hotel room, looking over the last drawing Callie had made. Heather walked out of the bathroom, having gotten ready for bed while Callie had fallen asleep on the other bed, leaning her head down onto his shoulder.

"Baby, how...how does she know. This..this is exactly how it looked where we found him..she has it down to the last minute detail" Jake expressed in amazement.

"She says they speak to her" Heather replied quietly.

"Who speaks to her" Jake asked.

"My Dad and Caroline. She told us they come and see her when she's sleeping. And other times they have whispered in her ear when she's coloring" she told him.

"Are you telling me our daughter talks to the dead. That's crazy" Jake retorted.

"Keep your voice down, she's sleeping. I thought so too, at first, but now I... I believe her" she replied. "I always hoped my dad would be watching over us, this proves it".

"How do you explain Caroline" he asked.

"Tim is the most obvious reason, but I feel it's Chance and his near death experience " she replied.