Miss M (fuzzyspacekitty) wrote in fortevoce, @ 2010-05-06 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | nate ford, prompt, sam ford |
Nate and Sam Ford
Nate and Sam Ford, Leverage, UTR
Nate watched helplessly as his boy struggled. It was heartbreaking to see Sam in so much pain. He held the boy's small hand, holding on even after Sam had fallen asleep. His son's face dominated his mind, eroding his focus. He'd become a wreck at work, spending more time thinking about Sam and the paperwork and bureaucracy shit he was trying to push through to get them to cover Sam's treatment. He was constantly on edge, and had yelled at clients more than once. He'd even snapped at his wife once. The only time he calmed down--outwardly at least--was around Sam.
Nate sat in the hard plastic chairs of the ICU waiting room with his head in his hands. He was beside himself. It had only been a few days since he told Eliot he was his father. Eliot had stormed out and stopped talking to him. Nate wasn't really surprised by that reaction--he deserved it. He'd been hopeful, though, when Sam said Eliot was still talking to him. He thought riding horses together had calmed Eliot down. But this accident... This was Nate's fault. If he hadn't told Eliot, he wouldn't have been out there. Nate clenched his hands into fists, hating the fact taht they were shaking so badly. He wanted a drink. His fingers curled and uncurled.
Sam sank down in the seat next to his dad, noticing the hand movement and knowing damn well what it meant. He was prepared for that, though. His arrival had been practically silent, so when he tapped the styrofoam coffee cup lightly against his dad's knuckles, it was the first time Nate noticed him and looked up. There was a forced smile on Nate's face as he thanked his son. Sam was a smart kid, and he knew his father well. He didn't like hospitals any more than Nate did.
Experimental? Experimental?! It was the only treatment that could save Sam's life and his company--the one he'd worked at for twenty years--was denying it as experimental? Nate had already screamed at the nurses, and even his son's doctors. It wouldn't help. There was nothing they could do, he was told. It was the insurance company that was the problem. Nate was running out of people to call, and Sam was running out of time. Nate ran his hands through his hair, sure he was pulling half of it out. This was it. All he could do was watch and hold Sam's hand.
But they wouldn't even let him do that. As the equipment started beeping and whirring, Nate was rushed out of the room by harried nurses. They wouldn't tell him what was happening to his son, or what the goddamn beeping meant. Nate watched from outside as his son slipped away.
Sam watched his father pace back across the waiting room floor. Sam was trying to stay calm, for his dad's sake. He knew Nate blamed himself for this. It was stupid, but Sam knew the way his dad thought. Sam probably would be thinking the same thing if he were in his dad's position. There wasn't anything Sam could do or say to convince his dad that things were going to be okay. Nate had already seen one son die in a hospital, and even if it hadn't happened in Sam's universe, it was all too real for Nate.
Sam reached out and grabbed his dad's hand, squeezing it. "I love you, Dad."