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The Long Road Home" Part II   "Dr. Evans how is Matthew?" Bo asked again squeezing Nora’s hand tighter.   Greg motioned for his team to have a seat. "Bo and Nora, can we sit for a moment? I have some things to explain to you."   "No, I don’t want to sit" Nora said, her voice reaching a frantic pitch, "I want to see my son!"   Bo put his arm around Nora’s shoulder and guided her to a seat where he sat next to her. "Just tell us what’s going on."   "Well Matthew’s surgery went pretty much according to plan; I mean it was textbook, until…" He trailed off and wiped his head now looking very troubled.   "Until? Until what? Damnit Evans get to the point!" Bo almost yelled now getting frustrated as well.   "Until Matthew started hemorrhaging from the surgical site Mr. Buchanan." A young looking doctor took over where Dr. Evans was obviously not able to.   "Bleeding? So what do we do now? Do you need blood?" Nora asked, grasping at anything she could possibly do to help.   "No Mrs. Buchanan, I’m afraid that isn’t necessary. While Matthew is still with us he has lost quite a bit of blood and we are supplementing that right now. He’s slipped into a comatose state."   Greg got up and headed to the window unable to take the lead. He was extremely grateful for the young surgical intern and her distance from the family in this case.   Bo shot from his seat and crossed the room to where Greg was standing, his back to him. "So you’re just going to stand there? You come in here claiming to be some great master at this surgery and you’re just going to stand here?!"   "Bo" Nora crossed the room and put her hand on Bo’s shoulder "this isn’t helping Matthew." She turned to the intern, "when can we see our son?"   "That’s why we’re here. We think it would do Matthew a great deal of good if he had the two of you by his side.   "Well then, what are we waiting for?" Nora asked wiping her face and taking Bo's hand. "Lead the way."   ***************   Matthew looked as if he was sleeping in small ICU room. He was breathing on his own but just not able to wake up. Nora went instinctively to her fragile son's bedside and took his hand in hers. "Hey, how's my best guy doing?" she choked back the forthcoming tears. "Daddy and I are right here Matthew. You just need to wake up and tell us what you want for dinner." she laughed slightly taking a seat on the chair next to his bed but still holding tightly to his hand. Bo crossed the room and placed his hands on Nora's shoulders. "This all seems way too familiar huh?"   Nora shook her head, unable to produce the words.   Bo knelt down beside her and turned her face toward his, "hey we're gonna get through this. Matthew is strong and he definitely has your stubborn streak."   Nora laughed, "my stubborn streak, yeah right, Matthew did you hear that? Your father thinks I am stubborn."   "Maybe we just have to give this some time, a couple days. Maybe his brain just needs a rest. He'll wake up Nora, I promise."   “I know he will. He’s tough and willful like you. Bo, I just wish there was more that we could do. What do we do now?”   “We wait. We stay strong for Matthew, and” he took her hand in his, “we stay strong for one another.”   That evening Bo and Nora sat side by side on the small couch in the waiting room. All of the update calls had been made and it was just the two of them.   “Did you say you heard from Clint?” Bo asked casually leafing through a random, outdated magazine.   “Yeah, earlier, but he seemed rushed with me. I don’t know, I just think he can’t understand what I’m going through” she looked in Bo’s direction and corrected herself, “sorry what we’re going through.” She smiled and laid her head back on the couch. “I’m just going to shut my eyes for a minute, don’t let me fall asleep.”   “OK, no problem” Bo said instinctively leaning against Nora.   Those were the last words they spoke until Nora felt a nudge at her arm. She squinted as the light filtering through the room was almost blinding. Destiny stood, arms crossed in front of Bo and Nora.   “Sorry Mrs. Buchanan, I just wanted to see Matthew and the nurse said that you and his dad had to give permission.”   “Oh” Nora sat up instantly feeling stiff. She looked over at Bo still sleeping away. He had always been able to sleep in the damndest positions.   “So, can I?” Destiny asked, her short patience growing even thinner.   “Yes, you can Destiny. I think it will do Matthew a great deal of good.” Nora got up and went with Destiny to see the nurse in charge. On her way back after making sure there was no change in Matthew’s status she called Clint.   “Hello” a familiar voice answered the phone.   “This is Nora is there any chance my husband is around?” Nora asked curtly into the phone.   “Sure honey, but he’s a little busy settling the tab right now, can I have him give you a ring back?” The voice asked in a sugar sweet tone.   “Dallas, just make sure you give him the message.” With that directive Nora flipped her phone shut too hard.   “Dallas?” Bo asked coming up behind her. “Why were you talking to her?”   “Ask my husband, no wonder he’s “distracted” he’s hanging out with Dallas in London!” Nora sat down on the waiting room couch feeling a little confused. Why wasn’t she furious? Why wasn’t she surprised?   “I’m calling him right now! He owes you an explanation as to why he’s with Dallas and not you when you need him.” Bo went to reach for his phone from his belt buckle.   “No Bo, don’t. I don’t need you fighting my battles. Obviously throughout this whole thing Clint and I have lost something, or maybe we never had what it truly took to be married.”   “Nora, you don’t mean that. You love Clint. You do, don’t you?” Bo asked the question, the breath catching in his chest. He waited for her response. If she said no could he finally talk to her about everything he had come to feel for her in the months since the accident? He had waited patiently while Nora married Clint thinking that the kiss they shared prior to their wedding meant nothing to Nora when he knew it as a confirmation of the love he had for her that had never really died.   “Bo… I care about Clint” she trailed off getting up to pace. “I just don’t..” her phone rang cutting her thoughts off. She pulled it from her purse, looking back at Bo. “It’s Clint.” She opened the phone and walked out of the room.   Bo sat down on the couch and waited.   TBC