I ring the Unit around 7am and am told that the Old Man is still sedated with eyes closed. But he did grip a hand when asked. And stuck out his tongue when asked. This is the time when you have to stick out your tongue to prove lack of brain damage.
I am relieved.
We go to the hospital - and we also get lunch before an afternoon visit. Leaving Old Friend reading her fifteenth book in the waiting room (it seems), I go into the Unit to find the Old Man.
On the way in someone says my name.
I turn around and see another friend.
"What are you doing here?" I say.
"My son has just been brought in here. Look. Over there, the other side of the room."
It is incredible.
To find ourselves together like this in this place.