Now: October 24th

When Wyatt arrived at the hospital he was quickly informed that only family was allowed to visit the ICU.

“Fuck,” Wyatt sighed, standing outside of the hospital doors. What was he supposed to do now?

He walked back to his car, and then leaned against his door and stared at the hospital. He knew the ICU was on the third floor. He knew it was a small wing. He also knew that it was at the back of the building.

Wyatt glanced around before making his way to the path beside the building.

There weren’t many people here visiting, on a Monday afternoon, and all of them were making their way to the front entrance. Once Wyatt rounded a curve, he was alone on the path.

“Okay,” Wyatt shook out his shaking hands. “Okay. Back of the building, third floor. Now… I just have to find which room Jamie is in.”

Shouldn’t be too hard, Wyatt thought as he looked up at the windows. There were only four windows. Once he got up there, he would just have to look into each one until he found the right one.

Easy.

Wyatt ran his tongue over his teeth, looking for the best place to climb. His first thought was the drain pipe, but that would probably fall under his weight. The walls were flat, and didn’t have any crevices to hold onto.

The windows were his only option.

Wyatt stepped off the path, walked around the bushes, and looked into the window on the first floor. It looked like a staff room, and the only person in it was lying on a couch with a towel over their face.

Well, this was as good as he was going to get.

Wyatt kicked off his shoes and socks, curling his toes in the grass. He tested the strength of the window frame, and then with one last steadying breath, pulled himself up onto the ledge. Nothing creaked, or groaned, under his weight.

“Okay, here we go.”

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Carefully, Wyatt started to climb up the window ledges. The second floor, mercifully, had the curtains closed. When he finally reached the third floor, he let out a sigh of relief.

Step one, finished.

Wyatt looked down. There was still no one else on the path, or walking through the trees surrounding the building. Anyone could show up at any moment though. This was a fucking stupid plan.

“Oh, God,” Wyatt looked down at his shoes, three stories below him and lying abandoned in the grass. “What the fuck am I doing?”

He was running on instinct, was what he was doing. He needed to see Jamie, and he hadn’t bothered to think of a plan B before climbing up here. He hadn’t even bothered to wait until night, when at least the cover of darkness might have helped disguise him a bit more.

Jamie would have had a better plan. Jamie would have had three better plans. But, Wyatt was here now, and from where he was hanging he could hear the beeping of life support. Jamie could be on the other side of this window. Wyatt had to know.

He pulled himself up.

And there was Jamie.

He was lying in a room with one other hospital bed. Jamie's bed was the one closest to the window. It was like he’d just been lying here, waiting for Wyatt to climb up and visit him.

With a smile, Wyatt moved his hand up to push the window open. It didn’t move. He pushed harder, but it didn’t budge. It was locked.

“Are you kidding me?” Wyatt groaned, leaning his head against the cool glass.

At least he could see Jamie from here.

He looked terrible.

Jamie was pale, paler than Wyatt had ever seen him. He had dark circles under his eyes, and a bandage wrapped around his head. His arm had an IV inserted, and other tubes and wires were attached to parts Wyatt couldn’t see under Jamie’s blanket. Wyatt pressed his hand against the glass. Jamie looked like he was asleep, but Wyatt knew differently. Jamie's heartbeat was slow and steady, his breathing regulated. There was no movement behind his eyes, no twitching fingers. Wyatt had seen Jamie sleep enough times now to know that even when Jamie was unconscious he was in constant movement.

No, Jamie was not asleep. He was comatose.

The sound of voice in the hallway was Wyatt's warning to hide. He ducked down, holding his head underneath the window.

Wyatt couldn't see, but he could hear three pairs of footsteps, all of them close to the window. Probably standing around Jamie’s bed. A creak of a chair. A hand clasping skin. This must be Jamie’s parents, coming to sit beside their son.

“How much longer will they keep him under?” Jamie’s dad, Dean, whispered.

“A few more days, the swelling should be down by then.” A woman replied. It must be the doctor, or a nurse.

“And-and after that, then we'll know for sure if..?” Jamie’s mom, Ruby, sounded like she was crying. “We’ll know if he'll wake up?”

Wyatt felt the blood drain from his face. They didn't even know if Jamie would wake up?

“Yes. We're pretty sure he could wake up now, which is why we have him medically induced. The longer his brain has to heal, the less likely there will be any lasting damage.”

“Right…right.”

He heard the rustle of fabric. Wyatt could relate, he was clenching his fists too.

“I just- I need him to wake up.” Ruby said. “I need to hear him laugh again. I need him to know how much we love him.”

“He knows, Ruby.” Dean said.

Wyatt silently agreed. Jamie thought the world of his parents.

“Thank you, Meredith, for being here.” Ruby said.

“Of course.”

Meredith. That was Justin's mother. Wyatt suddenly felt uncomfortable, realizing that he was listening in on the conversation of friends and not of a nurse and her patient. Wyatt stayed where he was, trying to be as still as possible, but tried to tune out their voices. Luckily he didn't have to wait long before Meredith convinced them to go get something to eat.

Wyatt waited until he was sure they were gone. He gave Jamie one last lingering look, but did not dare stay any longer than that. He was up and off the window before anyone knew he was there.