Mum came in collected me at the end of her shift, giving me the pointed stare when I tried to protest through yawns that I was fine and could sleep at the hospital.
Reluctantly I stood up, thanking Mr Wells again for the drink and for allowing me to stay.
Jay’s father nodded, giving me a supportive smile before moving seats to be closer to his son, taking Jay’s hand in his own and holding it tightly.
Making our way out of the hospital, the darkness surrounded us as we headed to the staff carpark and through the lines of cars until we found mum’s beat up old Sedan.
Climbing in, I shivered in the cold as Mum coaxed the engine to life, slapping her hand against the blowers until a depressing attempt at moving air started to filter through toward us, freezing against our already cold skin.
