After Oliver closed his eyes, he woke up yelling Sam's name.
— SAM…
Sasha was sleeping on a chair beside Oliver's bed.
— Oliver… Doctor here, please! Oh my God, Oliver, don't worry, I will get someone here!
— Hold on, wait… where am I? Where is the thing? Where is…
Oliver passed out before finishing his sentence. In the meantime, Sasha ran, searching for the nurse who was assigned to Oliver…
— He woke up, I swear, please go check on him…
— Okay, I will go check on him.
— Now… please.
Linda Smith was the nurse assigned to Oliver.
— Okay, sweetie, I will go check on…
On the way to Oliver's room:
— I need Doctor Richard in room A45. It's Oliver Griffin — he is no longer in a coma.
Richard Pierce is the doctor assigned to Oliver.
Invaded by emotion, Sasha said:
— I swear he was awake…
— I believe you, Miss Griffin. Now please let us check and make sure what happened.
— I won't go anywhere.
— I am sorry, Miss Griffin, but you can't stay in here. Miss Smith will get you a room, because caffeine is not replacing real sleep.
— Come with me, and this way we can inform your parents.
— Not my mom. She just went to do surgery on someone last night she really needs to sleep. I'll tell my dad.
— Good. I'll call him, and you, please sleep.
— Linda…
— Yes, sweetie?
— Thank you.
— Of course.
Meanwhile, in Oliver's room, he started to wake up again.
— Mister Griffin, can you hear me?
— What happened? Why am I in a hospital? I need to go help Sam and the others. Geez… why does my head hurt?
— Mister Griffin, what was your last memory…?
— What do you mean, last memory? Why am I feeling dizzy?
— Calm down, Mr. Griffin.
— I told you, Sam and the girls are in danger — I've got to go!
Suddenly…
Jeremy arrived.
— Doctor, the nurse called about… Oliver… are you… are… son…
He collapsed in tears, embracing Oliver dearly in his arms, and said through tears:
— How are you feeling, little wolf…
— I don't know… dizzy… Dad, did something bad happen?
— Son…
Meanwhile, in a police station:
— Hey Andy, the Griffin kid…
— What about him?
— He's awake.
— What do you say, Jimmy, are we going to say hi…
Detective Andy Murphy and Detective Jim Williams went to the hospital.
— Oliver Stone Griffin, we have some questions about what happened the night 3 months ago.
— Out, now. My son just woke up.
— I'm sorry, detectives, but I don't remember giving you permission to talk to my patient.
— Dad, what do they mean by 3 months ago… wait, it's been 3 months? Really…
Jeremy replied:
— Yes, but don't worry about—
But Oliver stopped him:
— How are the others…?
Detective Andy said:
— What do you remember?
Jeremy stood up and advanced with rage:
— Enough. I said out, now.
With a menacing look right in front of the detective's face.
Detective Jim said:
— We are sorry. We will be back in 24 hours.
Jeremy turned to the doctor:
— Can I have some alone time with my son?
— Of course.
Jeremy sat beside Oliver, took his hand, held the side of his face, looked directly into his eyes, and said:
— Oliver, look at me. Tell me, what do you remember…
— I remember… something hit me from behind and… I saw Sam… Did I do something wrong?
Tears came to Jeremy's eyes, but he spoke gently:
— No, you didn't do anything wrong… Oliver, the night of Sam's birthday, Hans called me and we found you in very bad shape…
Jeremy took a deep breath.
— Selina is in a coma. Sam didn't make it out of the surgery room, and Lucy passed away before Hans arrived. I'm so sorry, Oliver…
Silence filled the room. A single tear ran down Oliver's right eye.
— Dad…
— Yes?
— Can you take me to the room where Selina is?
— Yes.
Jeremy helped Oliver into a wheelchair and took him to Selina's room.
On the way, Oliver spoke softly:
— Dad…
— Yes?
— I missed Sam's funeral, didn't I?
— Yes.
They arrived at Selina's room.
— She was injured badly, like you, so they had to put her in an artificial coma to help her… after the surgery…
— The surgery!?… I don't like seeing her like this…
Oliver lowered his head onto Selina's bed and suddenly began crying. He spoke of all the moments he would never share with Lucy and blamed himself… Jeremy wanted to speak but couldn't — the pain broke him too. After a moment, he gathered himself.
— Stop. Never — and I mean never blame yourself for surviving. Sam is your big brother. I'm sure he did what was necessary to protect you, all of you. Don't think I'll love you less or let you destroy yourself like that. I'm proud of him… and I am proud of you for surviving. I'm so sorry about Lucy…
— Dad… I wasn't there for her. I swore to protect her… she's dead…
— I know you did everything you could.
— That's the thing… I don't remember…
— The injury you have is not from the fall you told me earlier. I know you fought…
Jeremy left to check on Sasha.
— Do you want me to take you to your room? She hasn't been sleeping lately.
— I'll stay a little longer.
— Okay.
On the way, Doctor Richard pulled Jeremy aside.
— Mr. Griffin, your son is healing pretty quickly. I've never seen anything like this.
— Yeah… he has a strong metabolism.
— This is beyond that…
— He never really got sick, and when he has injuries, they heal quickly.
— What kind of injuries?
— Cuts, broken nose… nothing serious. Him and his brother used to play a lot.
— Is it genetic?
— Maybe.
— It may be from your wife's DNA.
— No. Oliver is adopted. Maybe from his biological father. Excuse me, I have to go now.
— Yes, of course…
Jeremy makes Sasha go home. Later that day in room B04, the door opens, showing Oliver holding Selina's hands.
— Oliver, is that you?
— Mrs. Grant…
— How are you feeling?
Even though Oliver is weak, he stands up and bends his head down to Selina's mother, Cecil Grant. He starts apologizing.
— I am so sorry… I'm sorry… I'm very sorry, I'm…
— Oliver, stop…
She runs to hug him.
— It's not your fault. Stop torturing yourself. Everything is going to be okay…
Later in the night, in the Griffin house…
A conversation was going on between Sasha and Lilian.
— Oh my God, Sasha, why didn't you tell me sooner Oliver was awake? I need to go now…
Sasha, her nerves already fraying, stepped in front of the door.
— Mom, stop. You can't go like this. You haven't slept, you barely ate, and you just finished surgery this morning. If Oliver knows you're not taking care of yourself, he is not going to be happy…
Lilian's voice cracked.
— Happy? Sasha, Oliver woke up after three months in a coma. Do you honestly expect me to sit here and wait politely?
— He's not alone. Dad's with him.
— That doesn't matter. thinking I might lose him too… I have to go. No discussion.
She reached for her bag, but her hands trembled.
— Mum… look at you. You can barely stand.
— I stood through a twelve hour surgery, I can certainly stand long enough to see my boy.
— And what happens if you faint in the corridor? You want Oliver to wake up and see you in a hospital bed?
That stopped her.
Silence filled the room.
Sasha softened.
— He needs you strong. Not collapsed. Not shaking. Strong like always.
Lilian swallowed, blinking fast.
— Did he… did he say anything? Was he scared? Was he asking for us?
— First thing he did was panic about Sa… everyone else. That's Oliver.
A tear slipped down Lilian's cheek.
— Of course it is… stubborn child… always thinking he has to protect everyone.
— Yeah. And you know what else?
— What?
— He's going to worry himself sick if he sees you like this.
Lilian slowly sat down, the fight draining out of her.
— I should have been there when he woke up…
— You will be there tomorrow. Properly. Rested. Calm. In your Mom-mode.
A weak laugh escaped her.
— "Mom-mode," is it?
— The scary one. The one that fixes everything.
Lilian reached out and pulled Sasha into a tight hug.
— Thank you, darling… for stopping me from being completely foolish.
— You're not foolish. You're just… mom.
She whispered softly, almost to herself:
— Yes… I am.
After a moment, Lilian wiped her eyes and took a slow breath.
— Right then. We go first thing in the morning. And I'm bringing him proper food. Hospital meals are absolutely tragic.
Sasha smiled.
— Now that's more "mom".
you know, why don't we sleep together tonight…?Okay
Sasha Suddenly started crying.
Oh, my little princess…