My father-in-law calls me and tells me I have to go to the hospital urgently. When I arrive, they inform me that Joel had several seizures and entered a state of alcoholic coma. This can leave permanent physical and neurological damage, but that can only be determined when he wakes up. He is severely malnourished, with many damages to his body from alcohol and drug abuse.
They tell me I must be open to all possibilities, as his prognosis is reserved. That is not good at all, and I definitely didn't expect it. Now I am at a crossroads; I don't know whether to laugh or cry, run, or get angry. I think I'm going through all the states right now! I sign an authorization that the hospital asks me for and leave without giving explanations to anyone; I just took a taxi.
I arrive at the house and
