Eric and Mr. Collins hovered anxiously outside Wes' room waiting for some news, any news at all about Wes' condition.
"Please God," Mr. Collins prayed. "I know I've been angry with you for taking my wife and my son. Please, please don't take Wes from me. He's all I have." Mr. Collins slumped to the floor and broke into tears.
Eric didn't know what to do, this was not the same Mr. Collins that he knew. It pained him to see him that way.
"Come on sir," Eric said trying to hold back his own tears. "Why don't we go get some coffee."
"I can't I need to be here if he…" Mr. Collins sobbed.
A young blonde haired nurse came up next to them and put a hand on Mr. Collins shoulder. "Are you all right, can I get you anything."
"No," Eric said weakly. "I think we're okay."
"I know this isn't the best of times right now, but you wanted to know if there was any change in the young lady's condition."
"Jen, what's happened?" Mr. Collins asked pushing himself to his feet.
"It could be a miracle considering when she came in here she was close to death. She's starting to make voluntary movements. We think she may be coming out of the coma."
"Thank-you." Mr. Collins said wiping his eyes. "Eric, could you?"
"Yes, are you going to be all right?"
"I'll be fine." Mr. Collins answered regaining his composure. "I have to be strong for Wes."