Never mind the darkness, we still can find a way -- Spring 2008

I was waiting at St. Mungo's for Dean to wake up -- he and Stan were going to be okay after the incident with the Death Eaters, I am assuming is what they were.  Stan was shaken up and hurt, but he would be alright.  The kids were over in the corner - not wanting to leave Dean's hospital room any more than their mother -- coloring.  Stan had his wrist in a cast, but Ryan was helping him.  Sedona was reading more than coloring, for which I was so proud of my seven year old daughter.  She would ask words as she had a hard time with some in the advanced book she was reading, but I helped her as I sat by their dad.  He just needed to wake up.  His body was healing up alright after the amount of blood he had lost.  I held onto his hand.  "Come back to us, sweetie," I whispered to him, leaning forwad and kissing his cheek.  I would need to get the kids home soon.

I had been fighting so hard to make it back to my family.  I needed them; they needed me.  I heard them... I could always hear them.  But this was the first time I could ever do anything to make them know that I was there for them.  I was able to squeeze Addison's hand, I tried to speak, but nothing came.

"Even with your cast you stay in the lines!" I said to my big brother, amazed.  How did he do that?!  I barely could!  "Mum, come look at Stan's drawing."

I kicked Ryan when I saw the look on Mum's face. I had looked up when my brother spoke.  "Mummy, what is it?" I asked, not entirely sure if I wanted to know.  Was something wrong with Dad?

"Because I'm older," I teased Ryan.  When Dona said something, I looked over at our mum, too.  The thing was still beeping, though, and Mummy told us that was a good thing.

I stuck my tongue out at Constantine and looked towards Mum.  I stood up and looked at Dad.  "Dad?  Are you awake yet?" I asked.

I rolled my eyes.  "Ryan, leave him alone," I said to my baby brother.  Why did he have to pester all the time?

To avoid arguing with my siblings, I returned to my coloring book.  There was no point in getting involved... Dona nad Ryan always fought.

I rolled my eyes at my kids.  "Shh, stop arguing," I said to them, my voice sounding tired.  I hated when they started bickering -- especially while in the hospital room with Dean.  I held onto his hand, but my eyes were on my two children -- Stan was just over there coloring.

"Listen to your mum," I managed to say -- which silenced the entire room.  I loved having that type of presence on people.  I still could nto open my eyes and I had a hard enough time mustering up the strenght to talk, but I was at least able to let them know I was there.

I nearly screamed.  "Dad!" I shouted.  Okay, I screamed.  "I'm so happy!  You need to yell a tDona.  She's being bossy again."

"Am not!" I whined, though I would never admit to whining out loud.  "Daddy, I'm just happy you're awake!"

I heard Dad's voice and I grinned, standing up.  I went over to the less crowded side.  "guys," I said, looking at my siblings.  I looked back at Dad.  "I'm glad you're okay."

I was glad that they sort of quieted down when Dean spoke up.  I leaned forward and kissed my husband.  "Hi, honey,' I said to him softly, hearing the kids make 'ew' noises because we kissed.  I chuckled at them.

At least we were able to shut the kids up.  I had a very hard time to focus.  I was hurt and had a hard time dealing with everything.  I was able to look around and see that my kids were okay -- especially Constantine.  I looked back at Addison.  "What happened?" I asked, wanting to know details.