The hospital room was dim and smelled of disinfectant, but Jennet barely noticed. She rushed to the side of the bed where Tam lay, and took one of his limp hands in hers.
Her dad stayed by the door, talking to the nurse who had shown them to Tam’s room. Without taking her eyes from the still figure on the bed, Jennet listened.
“What’s the prognosis?” her dad asked.
“We can’t say at this point,” the nurse answered. “He’s in a coma now, and seems stable. If there’s no change in the night, we’ll run some tests tomorrow.”
“The doctor mentioned possible brain trauma?” Her dad’s voice was strained.
“Sir, we really don’t know anything yet. Our specialists will be in first thing to take a look at him.”
Jennet squeezed Tam’s fingers. It was horrible, the way they were talking about him. Like
