He headed back across the street to the hospital, feeling somewhat refreshed, but still anxious and overwhelmed. (Not that Douglas would ever admit to being anxious or overwhelmed, not even to himself, but there may have been the slightest inklings of those emotions.)
He found his way back to intensive care with some difficulty, only getting lost once. He may have a pilot's sense of direction, but that didn't help when all the signs and directions were in a language he couldn't read.
Arthur had fallen asleep next to Martin, still clutching the otter in one hand, and Martin's hand with the other. Carolyn had somehow gotten another chair and was working on a laptop. (Douglas didn't even know where Carolyn had gotten a laptop. Or that she knew how to work one. After all, Arthur was the one who'd done the website.)
Martin was still sleeping, his vital signs looking relatively good, at least as good as they could be for someone with pneumonia who was intubated.
And really, that was all he could ask for.
"Might want to take sleeping beauty home," Douglas noted.
Carolyn nearly jumped. "Douglas! Don't sneak up like that!"
Douglas smirked. "I hardly snuck. What are you doing anyway?"
She flipped the laptop shut before he could get a look at the screen.
"That is none of your business."
Douglas frowned. He doubted that. Knowing Carolyn, it was something to do with MJN, which would always have something to do with him, no matter how hard he tried to distance himself from it, saying it was just a job, and a pitiful one at that. And yet, the pitiful airdot and the other employees seemed to grow on him, more like a cancer than anything else, but one he wouldn't have removed for the world.
"Carolyn," he said again, more gently. "You might want to take Arthur back to the hotel."
He pointed towards the sleeping man boy, sprawled with his head resting next to Martin's chest, one arm across Martin's lap to hold his hand, and the other clutching the otter near Martin's shoulder.
It was a scene worthy of a photograph.
Too good to pass up.
Douglas pulled out his phone and snapped a picture to capture this moment forever. Besides, Martin would need something to cheer him up later when he was recovering.
Carolyn set the laptop down and went over to Arthur, shaking him gently by the shoulder.
"Come on wing commander. It's back to the hotel for you. Douglas will sit watch over Martin and Oliver."
Arthur stuck his head up and yawned.
"S'pose that's 'kay."
"Great. Now, on your feet. I'm not carrying you."
Arthur shuffled off towards the door, yawning and stretching, nearly walking into a part of the glass partition, which he would have done if Carolyn hadn't grabbed the back of his shirt and steered him away.
"Thanks mum," he yawned.
Carolyn only rolled her eyes at Douglas.
"See you in the morning," he said as a farewell. Carolyn nodded and Arthur yawned in response. And with that, they were gone.