Nolan stares at his tablet, trying anything and everything he can think of to focus on the flickering webpage showing webcam footage of the Graysons' house, Emily's house, his own home, the bar. Anywhere else he could think to bug. He's bored and nosy, but most are placed to keep the people he cares about safe. Unfortunately, sometimes- too many times- he could hack until his fingers bled and it wouldn't be enough. Case in point... His eyes skirt up once more to rest on the pale face of Declan Porter paused midword on his phone and he sighs.

"Please let him be alright," he mutters, not fully certain, after everything he'd seen, who exactly he's talking to. "He's got so much to live for..."

The video that the young man had made him film for his brother is still lit up on his phone almost an hour later when a doctor approaches him, face solemn and pale in the bright overhead lights. "Mr. Ross? You were here waiting for word on Mr. Declan Porter?"

"Oh, yes," he gasps, jumping up nervously. "How is he?" But he thinks he knows, something in the doctor's eye reminding him of- of... Emily's expression after Amanda had died, Aiden's after ... "No, no."

"I'm sorry," the doctor offers, shaking his head slowly back and forth. "His aorta... ruptured, mid-surgery. There was... nothing we could do for him." He rests a comforting hand on Nolan's shoulder and takes a breath, disturbed when the well-known entrepreneur says very little. "Is there someone we should call? Family of Mr. Porter, or..."

Nolan shakes his head, knowing that with Jack as a fugitive and Charlotte trying to rest... His stomach drops again as he remembers. The baby. That unfortunate child that would now never meet its father, stuck being raised in the Greyson mansion, with Victoria and Conrad as its main influence, should Charlotte not figure out a way to get herself out from under their thumbs. He feels ill. "There's no one," he says quietly before brushing past the doctor and returning to Declan's room, staring blankly at the now empty bed. "Oh God. What do I do..."

He's still sitting there, watching and rewatching the last words that Jack will ever hear from his baby brother, tears pouring down his face as he ponders calling Emily, calling someone to be there, help him explain this, but he knows she has her own business to take care of. It's left to him to try to explain it to Jack... what happened to his brother, how Declan hadn't wanted him to know just how serious it truly was. He shudders, shaking his head. "You deserve this much, Declan," he whispers. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be the one to tell Jack." He cries harder for a moment, before the curtain is pushed open and Jack himself enters, staring around the room before his eyes fall on Nolan, his demands about his brother's whereabouts barely audible to Nolan. It's time.