No one should have to bury their child, but she had. No one should have to loose a loved one without saying good bye, but again, she had. No one should loose a grandchild, and right now she stands a solid chance of loosing two in one fell swoop. She sits next his bed. he looks so small. A mass of bandages and broken limbs, she wants to touch him and reassure herself that he is there, he survived and then cling on lest he slip away, but she is scared to touch him. he looks so fragile. She is scared to even brush the brown curl off the painfully white bandages that sit wrapped around his face protecting scorched eyes from the harsh light.
She hasn't seen Virgil yet and she doesn't know which will be worse, one of them them is threatened by paralysis while the other is without what in essence makes him, him.
Both are trapped though, and thats what hurts. Well, if they…
At least she can hold onto Scott, or could if she had the strength to, but she doesn't and she is scared and alone. She has to force the certainty that everything will be alright, that they will be fine, Alan and Gordon look to her for that, because John refuses to supply it.