Chapter Sixteen
 

"You're looking better," Trent said walking into the hospital room.

"So are you," came a sarcastic reply.

"Yeah, well I'm just glad you're okay." He moved closer to Gage's bed.

"Me too." He smiled at Trent. "I know how you feel about guns, Trent, and I wanted to say thank you for giving him what he deserved. Anytime you want to talk, Carlos is a good listener." Both men laughed.

"Yeah he is."

"How is he?"

"He'll live. Concussion. Hasn't stopped him from hitting on everyone of his nurses." They laughed again.

"Tom?"

"He's been quiet since he got home. Mom's worried. I'm thinking that he may want some space from the rest of the family, so I told him he could come stay with me until he sorts through the whole mess."

"He needs you right now," Gage said locking eyes with Trent. "More than he wants or needs his mother. And you need him too."

"You should almost die every day, makes you wiser."

"Maybe you should give it a try, man."
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Author's Note: I'm glad that I got such positive feed back. That's part of the reason why I write. To answer a question or two, yes this is my first SOT fic, and yes Tommy is one of my favorite characters. I love under used characters. There's just so much you can do with them, and so much leeway with personality. I am thinking of a sequel, as well as a prequel to this piece. And yes I do have another Tommy fic in the works. I am working on it as this is being posted and hope to have it finished by the end of September. Thanks to all you read this story and enjoyed, regardless of if you emailed
me or not.

LittleWing