Thirty-Two
Stormy Skies
The air ambulance only had room for me, so Catrina and Tommy said they’d come over later in their personal boat. Until their arrival, I’m in a private family-care room outside the ICU, pacing until someone comes to explain why Rupert is so sick. Upon our arrival, he was ushered into the ER while I perched on my seat’s edge in the waiting area, fidgeting with the surgical mask they insisted I wear, in case we brought something contagious with us. It didn’t take long for the supervising physician to come out and inform me they were moving Rupert upstairs and they would give me more news as soon as they had it.
“Are you next of kin?” the doctor asks.
“Rupert is my family.”
He flips through the chart, as if looking for someone other than me he can talk to.
“We are
