Returning Tess's call
On his way home from the hospital Brendan remembered to check the message he'd quickly listened to earlier, from Tess. He'd been pacing the halls, waiting for news on Patrick's condition, and had decided to leave it till later to return it. Now it was later. A lot later, and he knew she'd be probably be asleep, or perhaps even back at work. So he sent her a text message.
Sorry couldn't return call earlier.
Hope you're OK. Give me a call tomorrow,
or I will call you, whichever.
May have phone off if at hospital.
Don't worry, not me. Patrick.
Will explain when we talk.
Love, B
He yawned as the taxi pulled into the lane next to the pub. Paying the driver he entered through the kitchen, had a quick talk to Sam and headed upstairs. He gathered Patrick's things together, packing it all, some into a bag he'd take to the hospital tomorrow morning, the rest he'd take to the apartment. Once done he crawled into bed, pulled Patrick's pillow to his chest and tried to go to sleep.
Sorry couldn't return call earlier.
Hope you're OK. Give me a call tomorrow,
or I will call you, whichever.
May have phone off if at hospital.
Don't worry, not me. Patrick.
Will explain when we talk.
Love, B
He yawned as the taxi pulled into the lane next to the pub. Paying the driver he entered through the kitchen, had a quick talk to Sam and headed upstairs. He gathered Patrick's things together, packing it all, some into a bag he'd take to the hospital tomorrow morning, the rest he'd take to the apartment. Once done he crawled into bed, pulled Patrick's pillow to his chest and tried to go to sleep.