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.
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