"Hey." Thomas says almost in a breath, words aren't really needed between the two of them at this moment, and for that Thomas is glad. He isnt sure he would be able to string words together right now, as he is powerless to the relief that overflows him. He can do nothing more but hold Scott's hand. Time seems to stop as they look into each other, it's been doing a lot of that today, Thomas quietly thinks to himself.

Scott is the first to speak.

"Did you do it? Did you take it to him?"

Thomas sighs, knowing the response that his answer to this question is going to get. Scott notices the pause, shifting in his bed in response so that he can look directly at Thomas. As he moves, Scott winces slightly, evendently in pain. Thomas fights the urge to immediately respond to this action, it wouldn't be appropriate given what Thomas new, but that was hard.

"You didn't take it to him did you?"

"Scott." Thomas replies rolling his eyes as he speaks.

"IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY!" Scott replies, with anger in his voice enough that to cause Thomas to take a step back almost in shock. The nurses and members of staff in the room, including Ethan, seem to stop as well. As if the words Scott has just spoken have been enough to stop time itself for a single moment.

A few tears roll down Scott's face, and he quickly moves them as if their presence ashames him.

Taking a few moments to compose himself, not able to look at Thomas as he speaks, Scott repeats "It's his birthday, Scott."

"I know." Thoams says, quietly almost as if he is talking to a child. Taking his face in his hands Thomas gently forces Scott to look at him. "I know." he whispers, afraid to speak any louder, in case Scott would never look at him again.

"Why didn't you take it to him then?"

"Because you called saying you were in the hospital, Scott. I was scared. I picked it up, I've got it with me in the car. But I just couldn't go there first, I had to come here. I had to know that you were okay. I'm sorry."

"I'm fine, Thomas." Scott says in a way that forces Thomas, to break all physical contact with Scott again. "He's the one that shouldn't be alone, not today."

"He's dead Scott!"

Scott looks away again, holding himself as if the shock of what he has just heard could break him apart.

With tears in his eyes and a quivering voice, Thomas speaks. "You nearly died, Scott. I nearly lost you. I couldn't be with him. While you could of being dying or DEAD. He's gone and you're still here. Do you here me Scott, YOU ARE STILL HERE!"

Thomas sighs, tears briming, trying to catch his breath, and control himself.

"Scott, Please." Thomas begs, "Just look at me."

"Can you go and get it?" Scott asks still not looking at Thomas.

"Get what?" Thomas asks looking at Scott.

"The present." Scott looks at Thomas. "You said it was in the car. Can you get it, Please." Scotts asks pleadingly.

"Sure okay, Thomas replies. "I'll bring you back a coffee as well."

"Thanks." Scott replies, with a small smile.

Thomas kisses the top of Scott's head gently. "I'll be back soon." Thomas reassures before he walks out of the room.

Scotts eyes follow Thomas as he leaves the room; before he focuses on the ceiling, calming himself, till his eyes drift close as he lets sleep take him.