Word Count: 300 - triple drabble
A/N: Written for the prompt 'Sick!fic' at QAF Drabbles on Insane Journal
"Gus Peterson's parents? Follow me, please." The emergency room nurse speaks with practiced professionalism, leading Lindsay and Brian down a long cold corridor toward their broken son.
"We've set his fractured femur and tended to the abrasions, but it's the bump on his head that concerns me." Gus's attending physician speaks briskly and doesn't mince words. "I need him to stay awake for the next twenty-four hours. Maybe even longer."
The boy's parents thank his doctor, exchanging a few worried glances.
Brian sighs. "So, Sonny Boy, have I ever told you about the time I got hurt playing soccer?"
"I'm so sorry, Melanie. I was running behind him, holding him up, and then he just took off on his own. He was pedaling so quickly!"
"Justin, don't blame yourself. We certainly don't. It was an unfortunate accident." Taking his hand, Mel squeezes it and smiles. "You're the only one of us who's young enough and fast enough to teach him to ride his new two-wheeler."
"I wish they'd let us in to see him. I'd feel a lot better if I could see him." Justin hangs his head.
"I hear you." Mel's anxious for good news, too.
Drinking stale vending machine coffee in the emergency room's waiting area, Justin and Melanie check the time every other minute.
"Lindsay knows we're waiting, itching to find out what's going on. She'll tell us something soon."
"Brian probably never wants to see me again. I bet he holds me responsible for damaging his son. I feel so awful."
"Justin, I told you. Don't go there. It could have happened to any of us. Gus is big now."
"Shit! Here comes Brian. He's gonna kill me!"
"Sunshine, Gus needs you. Start talking to him, and don't shut up until tomorrow!"