Can I just take a moment to thank all of the medical staff around the world for helping to deal with the current global crisis! Special shout-out to the NHS and my aunts and cousin who are doing their part to save lives.
A few hours had passed since Scott had ran away from the room. Thankfully one of the nurses had found him cowering under the bed and brought him back to the private ward. The young doctor watched over the two boys as they fell into an uneasy sleep.
The medical staff worked tirelessly into the night caring for avalanche victims along with other unrelated patients. The hospital was a chaotic mess.
Soon morning came and Jeff Tracy woke up to the sunlight streaming in through the blind slats, the drugs in his system giving him a pounding headache.
His eyes creeped open and he looked over the room to see his sleeping sons. Both appeared to be in exactly the same positions since he'd last seen them. He tried to sit up in bed. The young intern noticed him struggling so came over to him and helped him sit up, being careful not to tear his stitches.
A few moments later, the doctor who first brought the Tracy family in entered the room and strode over to him. After an evening of saving people's lives, the exhausted man was running two large doses of caffeine and optimism. However, his optimism faltered as he crossed the room towards Jeff Tracy. He'd be telling the man about his wife.
"Ah, Mr Tracy. Good to see you awake." Doctor Hitchens said.
"Doesn't feel good being awake."
"That'll be the drugs. Ahem, Doctor Travis, would you mind leaving the room for a moment?"
Jesse nodded his head, "Of course, Doctor. I'll be right outside." he left the room in a hurry.
The blonde doctor watched his superior through the small glass panel in the door with a sense of foreboding, knowing how this conversation was exactly going to go. He couldn't hear what was being said but the crushed look in Jeff's eyes indicated the worst. At first he seemed aloof, slowly processing the knowledge that someone so important to him was no longer alive. They'd have no more time together. No more memories. That was it.
His wife was gone.
Jesse watched in horror as the billionaire suddenly crumpled into his bed before screaming at Doctor Hitchens. He screamed and screamed and screamed, grabbing a plantpot from the table and throwing it at the doctor's head, which thankfully missed. He still appeared to be shouting at the doctor then calmed down a little as Hitchen's soothing yet controlling voice took hold. As the doctor told him more about what had happened, his body finally cracked and the grief took over.
The two doctors watched silently as the normally strong, stoic businessman was reduced to a sobbing pile of mush.
