That is a hell of a title, very Gothic.
Today has a sort of “the morning after the night before” feeling. Shell shock. Lost. Trying to understand what has gone on and what will be going on now.
Taking anyone into Hospital, even if you know it is the best place for them, is a very, very hard thing to do. And there was really no other option either. There was a certain continuity in ending up sitting, and waiting, in the same waiting Room.
That same loud clock. The same posters. The same announcements – even the one with the typo error that Laura noticed.
Hours and hours of stress and emotion. Always that feeling of the harder you try for the ones you love, the more hopeless and useless you feel. You struggle and plead, and yet you can feel the whole situation slipping out of your hands. That feeling of snatching for a thought, just as something takes it away from you, something dark and ghostly.
Anyway left the hospital at teatime and went from crushed husband to proud Dad.
Although Laura had seen all that had gone on yesterday, stuttering and battered she went on to do her concert and do it well.
A big proud heart at the end of an extremely bad day.
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