H3XAGON KILL3R
Alan stared at the crowd moving in front of him. If it hadn't been for Don guiding him, he thought he would have collapsed right there. A few hours...had it only been hours. A few hours ago he had been called by Don. He knew instantly something had happened to Charlie. Don's voice had been thick, as though he were on the verge of crying but refusing to. He told Alan about finding Charlie and that he, Charlie, was being taken to the hospital. Don had refused to tell Alan where, but insisted that he wouldcome and get him. Now here they were walking towards Charlie, and Alan wasn't sure if he could take seeing his baby boy. As they rounded the corner to the wing Don stopped Alan. They were approached by a tall, attractive woman who could only have been the doctor. " How is he?" Don asked finding his voice immediatly. The doctor's face remained grim. Alan felt his heart sink, and Don's hand grasped tighter around his dad shoulders. " He isn't...," Don couldn't bring himself to finish. The possibility was to much. " NO, no," the doctor replied placing a reassuring hand on Don's arm, " No, your brother is very much alive. It's just." She looked at Alan and said, " I assume your his father." Alan nodded, unable to speak. The doctor continued, " I'm sorry if I scared you. No, Agent Eppes, your brother is alive. However, at the moment he is not resonding to any sort of stimuli. We believe this, catatonic state, though that isn't what he's in, was caused by some sort of stress, but we have no idea how to break him out of it." " What do you mean he's catatonic, or that he's not?" Don started. The doctor sighed, " He won't respond properly to stimuli, but he is active. The best description I can give is that he's in his own little world. I..." and word's failed her. " Can I see him?" The doctor nodded. Silently she led Alan and Don to the room at the end of the hall. " Here he is," she said, " If you can, try talking to him. I know it will be difficult but possibly if someone he knows well is speaking he may respond." " Thank you," Don replied leading in his father into the room. Shock poured into him as he looked into the room. A few of the light's were on and the shades were pulled closed. Filmy shadows creeped in the corner surrounding a single figure sitting in a chair. " Charlie," Don whispered the breath knocked out of him. Charlie, however, did not make any motion to look back. The first motion was in fact made by Alan. Cautiously he walked over to his son and kneeled down to face him. The sight nearly broke his heart. Charlie stared without looking. His face held a look of intense concentration. Alan had seen this look on his son's face before. When Charlie had been in a tight math spot, not understanding a certain concept (the few that took him a while to get his head around), he would have that deep look. If this had been any other occasion, Alan wouldn't have been worried, but this was definitely not a normal occasion. Along with this far off look, Alan suddenly realized Charlie was shaking. His body held a slight tremor and his hands...His hands moved in such strange ways that Alan's fear increased. " Charlie," he gasped feeling a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he saw the face of his eldest son. Don's eyes were cloaked in worry, and if Alan had looked close enough he would have noticed a spark of anger. Don knelt down next to his father. Silently he contemplated the wild motion of Charlie's hands. It looked so familiar, but where had he seen it before. Where? Suddenly Don jumped up and ran out of the room " Donnie," Alan called out worry now on his older son. A few moments later Don returned. This time though he brought paper and a pencil.
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