After recieving orders from Ethan, Tom made his way to the hospital. He could hardly belief what the other man had told him! Tom was half tempted to find Mike and kill him in order to protect Ben's secrets, but he didn't dare step out of bounds of his orders. If ever Ben had a loyalist, it was this old man.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Tom carried an almost innocent smile as he marched his 6'2" frame towards the main lobby, heading for the desk. "Excuse me, can you tell me which room Miss Sanchez is in?" He inquirred. He was curious to find out what room Mike was in as well, but that would undoubtdly raise some red flags. He could only wonder what sort of secrets Mike might have leeked thus far, and wondered if anyone recognized the young man for who was was - the officer's son that was supposedly killed by a group of CS members not too long ago.

The nurse at the desk was a pretty blonde thing, her tiny 5 foot frame making Tom seem even taller than he was. As he spoke, she turned her face up, and up, and up to meet his, voice a soft alto. 504. Just down the hall there on your left. But there's already someone in there, and she's in crit care. You'll have to wait until he's done. She's not strong enough for more than one visitor at once. You can wait over there... Her head dotted to a few empty chairs in the waiting room, until he's finished. He's got about... eight minutes left.

Tom bobbed his head in a nod, "Alrighty, thanks ma'm." Whistling quietly as he strolled away from the counter, Tom stopped in mid stride and turned back to address the nurse, "Could you tell me who's in there?" At first, he assumed it must be Conan, but he had to make sure. Conan could be trusted at the moment, but no one else.

She didn't even glance up at Tom, her eyes peering intently at a chart as she spoke distractedly. No idea, sir. I just got here, and he's been in there since before then. And she went back to her paperwork.

Her eyes were still tightly closed, but her hand clasped Conans as if he were her anchor. Her one and only anchor. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, and in a voice so quiet it was hard to hear, she whispered I can't do this anymore, Conan. She was having a relapse, back to when she had first arrived at Woodland farm. Quiet, dark, dangerous to herself and others around her. It'd be hard to get Aralyn back..... Back to Aralyn.

This wasn't good for Tom, but there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it without getting the nurse suspiscious of him. Nodding vaguely, Tom turned about and headed towards the chair to sit down. Whistling quietly to himself, he glanced from the clock to the hall now and then, waiting and watching.

He held her hand tight, still slowly wiping her tears away as he forced himself to be calm and strong, for her sake. He didn't want her to see it, but a sudden fire flared in his eyes. His father would pay... pay for hurting Aralyn. Aralyn was precious. She could do no wrong. Michael would pay... with his life, if Conan had it in his power.

But he shoved that thought away, trying to let his eyes speak for him. Yes, you can. You CAN do it. I'll help you. Between you and I, we can do anything. The deep sadness that her words instilled in him, the sharp pain that they caused him, shone sharply in those eyes as he still firmly refused to let the tears fall.