Chapter Fifty-Nine. Mars.
I am sitting on the big light blue relaxed chair beside my son’s hospital bed. Davina had finally dropped off to sleep, curled up on my lap. I am cradling her against my chest as I hold my son’s hand as he attempts to sleep. However, the poor little mite keeps getting woken up when the nursing team arrive to take his observations and is complaining bitterly about the blood pressure cuff which periodically inflates, to take the reading.
It is hard to keep my mind from spiralling into thoughts of what could have been, and just how lucky we have been today. If Thrax had not manifested early, what could have happened is terrifying.
I feel the build-up of emotion welling in my eyes and spilling onto my cheeks. God, I could have lost him. I could have lost my son.
