George carried the tiny gurgling bundle into see his mother. Jess was sat on the bed waiting for them. 'Someone wants his mummy now' George stated as he handed over the child. Jess brought the baby closer to her and rocked him gently in her arms. George perched on the bed beside her.

Connie stormed into the cubicle. 'Right Jessica, it appears that the seizure was brought on by a high fever, It is not anything to do with the epilepsy but it seems that it might occur again in the future so I have got you some medication in case you need it' she explained. 'Once you have signed this form, you may leave' she told her.

'Thanks Auntie, can you tell Uncle Cal to come here please' Jess asked.

Connie left the cubicle and moments later Cal walked in. 'I hear you are being set free, I'll drive you home if you want' He offered.

'You can take us to the restaurant if you want, after all I did promise we would go out for dinner' Jess told him. Cal shook his head.

'Are you sure that's a good idea' Cal asked.

'When have I ever had a bad idea? I want to go out for dinner and that is what I am going to do' Jess insisted heaving herself out of the bed. George held his hand out for her and helped her to her feet.

Cal took the tiny child. He gently draped the blanket he had kept in his pocket from when he had gone to fetch it. Ethan cooed as he was met with the familiar smell of his favourite blanket. 'Do you want a wheelchair?' Cal asked.

'No thanks' Jess replied.

'Yes Cal that would be brilliant, Jess could do with the rest' George told him shooting Jess with a look that said 'I'm the boss'

Cal left the cubicle carrying little Ethan. George sat Jess down on the edge of the bed. 'Listen to me sweetheart, I need you to tell me if you start to feel poorly again. I want to look after you. I want to be there for you when you need something. I don't want you to ever be afraid or nervous to ask me for help or anything. I love you baby' George whispered.

Cal returned a minute later with the chair and helped Jess sit comfortably in it. He handed her his hoody which he had grabbed from his locker and pulled it around her. 'How are you feeling sweetheart?' he asked.

'Sore, my whole body aches and I feel a bit tired but I feel better' she explained.

Cal handed her the baby and wheeled her outside. George walked alongside her holding her hand tightly. He bent down and kissed her forehead.

'You know I remember a situation similar to this with your father. When he was sixteen he was going to go to the library to get a book and I told him I would go with him. He opened the front door and collapsed onto the ground. He had one of the worst seizures he ever had, he threw up over himself and me. He wet himself and hit his head on a concrete slab. It was a mess. I put him in the recovery position and called an ambulance. He was petrified and tried his best not to cry. Our mum came home to find your dad curled up on the floor with me holding his hand tightly. She thought I had beaten him up when she saw the state of him. It was hilarious. I tried to tell her it wasn't me but she didn't believe me until the ambulance arrived. Your dad woke up and told her what happened. She was hysterical. We took him to the hospital and he later told me it was the scariest experience he had ever had. That's how we found out he had epilepsy. He was the same age as you were when you found out. He was just as scared as you were. He hated having seizures and he was embarrassed by it. But I stayed with him. You're luckier, you have me and you have George. Your mum and brother are here for you too so don't worry about anything' Cal reminisced. Jess looked up at him a hint of sadness in her eyes.

'Your dad is here too, He is right here with you, he never really left. He's a part of you and he is in your heart. I know I say this all the time but you look just like him but you know your son is exactly the same. A spitting image of his grandad' Cal whispered. A single tear rolled down Jess' cheek.

'Thank you Uncle Cal for always being there for me' Jess whispered.