The Good Son (BxB)

Chapter Nineteen: From Heaven

"We've managed to resuscitated him and he's stabilized," the doctor spoke to Arty in the hallway of recovery rooms. "But his oxygen was cut off for a long time."

Arty dragged his hand down his face, sighing. "...You don't know how this happened?"

"No, we don't. We're really sorry."

"You said this happened around four?" Arty dropped his hand to his side, suddenly feeling like he hadn't slept last night, when he had.

"Yes, sir."

Four. Four p.m. That was about the time that Arty was there with Daniel and his friends. At least, the kids. Arty had stayed out in the car with Geil. It was six p.m now, because Jack was at work and Arty had misplaced his phone at the house when the hospital tried calling. By the time he found his phone, he had six missed calls. Almost seven until he'd finally answered.

"And... you don't have any cameras over on this part?"

The doctor sighed. "No, I'm afraid we don't."

"...Okay," Arty cleared his throat and brought his hand back up to run it through his hair. "He's going to make it?"

"...If he does, he'll most likely never wake up. I... can give you paper work for-"

"No, no, we're not pulling the plug. Again. How much is it going to cost to keep him on?"

"If we're being honest, thousands. Monthly. With all of the snow here, we get hundreds of accidents- more than what rooms we have available."

Arty bit his lip so that he wouldn't cuss up a storm. He couldn't help himself though and let out a loud "Fuck!" while gripping his hair. The doctor didn't seem to be too fazed. He probably got that a lot. "Fuck! Fuck, okay," Arty crossed his arms, since he couldn't seem to stand still, "I... need to go. Just make sure that nothing else happens to him, okay?"

"We'll certainly try, but-"

Arty turned away from the doctor, cutting the older man off. He had to leave. Daniel and Geil were outside in the car, which Arty had to argue with them about because Daniel wanted to... Daniel. Arty stopped walking. Daniel. He turned back to the doctor, but he had gone. There was a nurse walking by, though, so he grabbed her by the arm.

"Ma'm, did you see a teenager around this room earlier today? Curly brown hair, tall-" The nurse shook her head.

"Er, I wasn't here earlier. You could ask the morning shift, but they won't be in until tomorrow."

Arty sighed and shook his head. "No, that's okay." He let go of her arm and watched as she walked away, the woman glancing back at him while scampering away in her blue hospital scrubs. She'd offered him a small, apologetic smile, but he just turned away to leave to the elevator. Elevator L was around the corner, which would take him to the first floor. He stopped walking again.

...He should visit Henry. Yes, he was in a coma. Yes, he would probably never wake up. That was precisely why he needed to visit him. He felt at fault for what had happened. If he hadn't let Daniel get to him, he wouldn't have had Henry drive Daniel and Geil around- Daniel was trying to get to him. He was trying to get to him, and he knew that he could. That's what he was doing. He was trying to own him.

Arty turned on his heel and started off to Henry's room. Room 302.

There was no check-in at the front desk, there were no cameras, there was no nurse or security waiting outside of the room- there was only an empty hallway with dying patients in lonely, empty rooms. There were no lights on in their rooms. Henry was no exception. His room was dark and lonely, besides the life support breathing and his heart monitor beeping.