Brooks: So like, on a scale of 1 to 10, how much trouble am I in?

With still no recollection of what had actually happened, Brooks just wanted to go home and sleep. Sam and Quinn had both been amazing and he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that when he was feeling a little more with it he’d need to thank them properly, but as far as his brain was concerned right now, it wasn’t going to give him the ability to think that straight. He could barely piece sentences together let alone anything more complex than that. He’d already thrown up once, and his stomach was churning like it was ready for round two. 

But most of all? He just wanted familiarity. Sure, he knew Sam and Quinn but it wasn’t the same as being with his papa, or his dad, or even Gunner. Not when he was scared and all he wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. Would he need the hospital? He had no idea, but he felt like he was dying. Where the hell was his papa?!