Jeremy:
“How’s he?” I meet Nicholas outside the ward door in the hospital. His hair is frizzy and his eyes are tired. He sighs and stares at the door.
“He’s okay now,” he responds. “The doctor did say his blood sugar levels are low, they are going to run some other tests tomorrow and recommend new meds. You want to see him now?”
“Who has been here so far?” I ask him, a few nurses pass in the hallway and glances at Nicholas and I, they avert their gazes and continue walking.
“Some uncles and aunts. It’s not serious, so a bit of our cousins are going to check up on him tomorrow morning.”
I nod tiredly, the moment Nicholas called me, I had briefly informed Emma and rushed here, worst case scenarios playing in my head. To hear that he’s okay brings me so much relief, I can’t let anything
