John’s in hospital again. Awakes to familiarity. Hard bed. Clinical blanket. Sterile surroundings.
He rings Lyn - what have you said to our son? Coulda sworn it was my old man standing there. Angry. Raging. Wanting to tear me apart.
Nothing. Lyn breaks down at hearing his voice. I’ve said nothing. Are you ok? Can I come and see you? What hospital are you in?
Click. The phone goes dead in her hand. Lyn collapses, sobbing her heart out until the pain is lanced. Slowly her mind comes back. The emotions rapidly cycling:
Sorrow, anger, control.
Find him. Find him and bring him home.
