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Part 17 � Changing rooms

Returning to the waiting room, Don sat down in a chair and
flipped through a magazine.� He wondered
if they should move to the regular waiting room, now that Will was out of
surgery.

�Hey, Eppes,� said a voice and Don turned his head to see
Sanchez.

�Oh, hi,� Don said tiredly.�
�Find your mole yet?�

Sanchez snorted.� �Not
yet.�� She sat down next to him.� �I need to talk to you about that.�

�The report can wait,� Don snapped.

�Yes,� Sanchez agreed. ��It can.�
But this is about the mole.� I was
wondering if you�d like a joint investigation.�

Don raised his eyebrows.�
�Hell, yes, I�d like that.�

�Don�t think I�m doing this for you,� Sanchez said
wryly.� �You have more resources than I
do, and different sorts of resources.�
First thing I need is computer help.�
I have three computers from the Richland house and we�re hoping that the
�note� they referred to is an email.�
Parts of the computers are encrypted, though, and I was hoping that you
have someone who can crack it.�

Don flashed her wild grin.�
�Yes, I do.�� He raised his
head.� �Hey, Charlie.�

Charlie got up and started walking over.

Sanchez gave him a sly smile and Don realized that�s what
she�d been aiming for.� He chuckled
dryly.� �You know my brother?�

�Everybody knows
Charles Eppes.�

Charlie arrived in time to hear that and he gave her a big
smile.� �Hi.�

�Charlie, this is Jan Sanchez, Will�s boss.� She has some work you might be able to help
with, help track down the bastard that got Will shot.�

Charlie�s face lit up.�
He was always happiest when he had a project.� Don stood up and waved for Charlie to sit
next to Sanchez.� They quickly got
talking technical and Charlie made arrangements for the computers to be
delivered to the FBI�s computer techs.

Don stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered over to
stare at a painting on the far wall.� He
envied Charlie his project.� He�d give a
finger to have something to work on, especially catching that mole.� He clenched his hands in his pockets, feeling
the bandages bite into his skin.� He
wanted to be with Will.� He wanted to go
sit by his side and keep him safe until Will woke up, no matter how long that
was.� Maybe he could go replace Colby �
no, even he knew that he was in no shape to be Will�s guard.

He was still staring blankly at the painting when he heard
the quiet chatter around him stop.� He
turned around.

Dr. Jones was standing in the doorway, consulting a
clipboard.� �I�m looking for Ms. Cindi
Stevens and Mr. � Don Eppes.�

Don and Cindi stepped forward quickly.

�It�s just some paperwork,� Dr. Jones said
reassuringly.� �You two are listed as his
main contacts.�

�Okay,� Don said, and tried to get his heart back out of his
throat.

Dr. Jones turned to Cindi.�
�You�re Will�s sister, right?� And
�� She looked at Don.

�Significant other,� Don said.

She nodded and they followed her out the door and down the
hallway.�

�What paperwork?� Cindi asked.

Dr. Jones walked a few more steps before turning to face
them.� �No paperwork, but an idea.�

Don�s heart shot back into his throat.

Frowning thoughtfully, Dr. Jones tucked the clipboard under
her chin and folded her arms in front of it.�
�I�ve always been more into results than policy, and I�ve been tracking
Will�s vitals as he got visitors.� During
each of the four visits he received, Will�s numbers improved across the
board.� Not a huge amount, but a
significant amount.�

�What does that mean?� Cindi asked.

�Well, as I was telling Don earlier, comas are very
individualistic and idiosyncratic.� It
appears that Will, in some way, knows that someone close to him is there.� I don�t know whether it�s the familiar voice
or a touch or both, but I�m going to propose an experiment, and I need you two
to tell me if it�s feasible.�

They waited anxiously.

�Normally somebody in Will�s condition would have very
limited visitors, but I�m going to allow as many as necessary, around the clock,
just as long as you follow some restrictions.�
I want someone at Will�s side constantly, talking to him or so that he
can hear them, touching him, or both.�
Think you can do that?�

�Yes!� Cindi and Don agreed.

�There are restrictions,� Dr. Jones warned.� �One, I reserve the right to change my mind
on this.� Two, all visitors will step out
of the room when Will needs care or whenever you�re requested to.� Three, you will still be in the ICU so you will
need to keep things quiet.� Four, I�m
still going to limit it to family members and significant others.� I don�t want a crowd.� Five, Will needs a positive environment, with
no pressure or stress.� Some � families
can�t get together in a room without raised voices.� Can you?�

Don met Cindi�s eyes.�

�We�ll make it happen,� Cindi said firmly.

�Okay, but if I hear one loud voice, you will be out of
there.� Or if I don�t see the same
results for Will that I was seeing before.�

Don nodded quickly and Cindi followed.

�So,� Cindi asked.�
�Does this � awareness mean that Will is gonna wake up soon?�

Dr. Jones shook her head.�
�No way to know.� It could mean
that or it could be as alert as he ever gets.�

Don winced.

�A bit of education, that you can pass on to your family
--� people don�t generally �wake up� from
a coma, we use the term �emerge� to show that it is usually a very gradual
process.� �First stage is the eyes opening and the
patient having normal wake/sleep cycles, mostly sleeping.� As the wake cycles get longer and longer,
movement begins to occur, first the arms and legs, then the head. Next follows
speech, beginning with un-formed sounds then mumbling.� Usually, before purposeful speech comes
purposeful movement, such as reaching for things. However, as I said, no two
brain injuries are alike and no two patients the same.� But it�s very rarely like Hollywood where the
person suddenly wakes up, talks and smiles, then goes home the next day.�

Don and Cindi nodded.�

�Now, don�t make me regret this,� Dr. Jones said.� �I�m getting enough flack from administration
as it is.�

�Thank you,� Don said fervently.� He just wanted to be with Will, not in some
waiting room.�

Dr. Jones eyed them both then nodded.� �Okay.��
She moved off down the hall.

�I�ll go in now,� Don said quickly.�

�Okay, I�ll go tell folks, explain the restrictions, and try
to remember what she just said about the stages of �emerging.��

�Thanks,� Don said, already heading down the hall toward
Will�s room.�

�Hey, Granger,� he said as he got close.

�Good news?� Colby asked and Don realized he must be
smiling.

�Only sort of,� Don said, then detailed Dr. Jones�s
proposal.

�I have to think that�s good news,� Colby said.� �Even if the doctor doesn�t want to say
so.� I knew a couple of soldiers that got
bad head wounds and they never had any reaction to the outside world.�

Don nodded, also wanting to believe it was good news.� He went into Will�s room and pulled a chair
over to the side of Will�s bed.

�Hey, babe,� he said warmly, putting his hand on Will�s
arm.� It was much better without the
bulky bandages.� Now, hopefully some of
his body heat could transfer to Will.�
�They�re letting us stay in here, all the time.� I don�t have to leave you at all now.� You just need to keep getting better, okay?�

Don started talking, telling Will all he could remember from
the Sports Center he�d watched earlier.�
After a few minutes, the door opened and in walked some of the people who�d
been in the waiting room.� Colby and
Charlie came over to Don.

�David�s on watch now,� Colby said.� �I�m gonna take Nena home and get her dressed
and breakfast, then drop her off at Martina�s for the day.� I�ll be back after then, okay?�

�Okay,� Don said, confident that Will�s security was in good
hands.

Charlie said, �I�m going with Megan and Sanchez to your
office and see if I can get a line on this mole.�

�Good,� Don said.� The
sooner the mole was caught, the safer Will would be.� Though
I make no guarantees about the safety of the mole �

Cindi and Alan sat down in other chairs.�

�Let us know when your throat gets tired,� Alan said.

Don nodded, turned back to Will, and the long day continued.
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