She enjoyed feeding him a bowl of the hospitals excuse for chilli, getting it all over his face as she did so. He feigned a scowl as she giggled. Then, as he grew tired after his operation, she cleaned his face and fed him mouthfuls of water. As he grew increasingly tired, she stroked his hair, his weary eyes closing. Pulling her bed closer to his, she lay on her side, watching him sleep, his son nestled into his good side. The nurses entered twice in the night to check his blood pressure and his pulse, but disappeared quickly, leaving him to go back to sleep. Each time she would stroke his hair, looking into his eyes as they slowly succumbed to sleep.
At 5am Ethan awoke, disorientated and although she felt like a zombie, she took him to the bathroom and helped him have a wash, before tak
