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Waverly.”
    Hanging next to the double door that leads
into the Intensive Care Unit is a nurse’s call box. I push the
button and wait several moments before receiving a response. A loud
pop followed by a scratchy noise that resembles a human voice asks
how they can help me. I explain who I am, what I want, and after an
extended moment the door buzzes.
    Upon entry I can now clearly understand every
word Granddad Walker is yelling at his son Beck. With my eyes
locked on the floor and moving quickly toward Tristan's room, I
lift them and soon discover they are blocking the doorway
completely unaware of my presence.
    “ Now dammit! He is your only son.
Your place is by his side and you need to remember that.” Granddad
bellows.
    “ Dad, you're just repeating
yourself,” Beck growls bitterly. “We've been through this already.
I'm leaving him in the very capable hands of his mother. But get it
straight I am leaving in the morning with Barret and Morgan for the
Canadian meeting. We need Ned to approve the amendments we’ve made
to the merger and sign the contracts. I appreciate your concern for my son, but the doctors assure me that he will be fine.
Sitting around watching Gretchen watch him is not productive.
Working will distract my mind from all this bullshit.” Throwing his
hands in the air, he turns his back on his father signifying he is
finished arguing the point.
    “ I don't know who the hell you are
anymore Beck.” Grabbing his sons shoulder, Granddad keeps his voice
low, “This prideful ego and selfishness of yours is ridiculous and
it's going to ruin everything you have with your only son. That boy
is lying in a hospital bed with tubes running all over his body,
with no certainty that he will survive the next five minutes and
you're ready to fly off and stay gone for the next few weeks. What
the hell is wrong with you Beck? Is money that important to you?
Did you sell your soul to Satan to become this…this greedy bastard
that stands in front of me? Your mother and I sure as hell did not
raise you to be this cold hearted person.”
    Turning again Beck shoves Granddad’s hand off
and stalks past him, nearly slamming into me. He stops abruptly,
stares down at me bitterly without saying a word, and then
continues out the doors. I'm frozen with my back pressed against
the cold wall. I don't want Mr. Walker thinking that I've been
intentionally eavesdropping. I keep my head and eyes lowered while
holding my breath. Only a moment passes before I see a large shadow
on the floor moving closer. I glance up and see Granddad staring
down at me. Always a levelheaded and controlled man he seems
frazzled and exhausted; rightly so.
    “ Hon, I'm sorry you had to hear all
that mess with my son.” He offers a small smile. “I'm glad you came
all the way down here to see Tristan. Anna hasn't left his side
since they brought him in last night. Shoot, none of us have. Come
on lets go see our boy.” He takes my hand and I pause briefly until
he yanks it, forcing me along. Just before entering, Granddad
glances over his shoulder. “I better tell you it ain't good. He
looks like hell, but we have hope and his grandmother hasn't
stopped praying. Tristan is tough as nails but…well, just prepare
yourself darling.”
    I begin to tremble and a wave of nausea
punches my gut. My natural instincts are screaming for me to get
the hell out of here now. Granddad’s grip tightens as if he can
sense my inner turmoil. I work on my breathing techniques and reach
into my mind for something that Marcus told me during my jujitsu
training.
    Remember to remain calm and don't let your
mind stray from the situation at hand. Stay in the
moment .
    Abiding by his instruction, I refuse to let my
mind get the better of me by thinking the worst. I always assume
the worst will happen. Because it usually does , negativity
rears its ugly head. Remembering that I am not that person anymore,
I instantly force away my pessimistic thought. Now that