When we get back to the hospital, Gladys is around, but Xander is still in the same state I left him. I don't know what I was expecting, but somehow, I was hoping when I came back he would be awake.
But I kind of don't believe in miracles, so I'll just let the doctors do their best.
Gladys is in his room and there is stuff on his side table, there's two wrapped gift boxes and a bunch of flowers and a card.
"Hey."
"How is he?" I ask her.
"The same."
I'm looking at the boxes, I don't know who brought them in and why they did.
"What are those?"
"They are for his birthday, from my husband and I?"
Uhm.. What?
It's Xander's birthday.
I didn't know that.
I know it sounds insane but I haven't been keeping track of the date he was born ever since I kind of lost him.
"When were you cel
