JD's Room - Saturday 5am
He's fine. He's stable. He's breathing. I know he's breathing. I've been watching his steady breathing all night. Ever since he was released from the ER to his room. Broken ribs, concussion, bruising. And a thoroughly beat to hell right leg. But it'll mend. Probably. Oh don't you go down that road again, Per. He's breathing. He's stable. He's fine.
I lean further back in my chair pulled up against JD's bed, own legs propped up on the edge of the bed. He hasn't woken up yet since he passed out. He didn't crack his skull though. He should be fine. Should be. Oh shut up brain! I let out a sigh as I rub at my forehead. The police had been by to look at my mutilated porsche, check the traffic cameras at the light. They'd be back later to speak with JD and Elliot--she's fine now, you can stop calling her by that--once they're both stable and awake. I heard she was doing just fine. Well, more awake and active than JD, anyway. I haven't left this room though since they moved him here, so I wouldn't know for sure.
I rest my head back against the chair and turn to look at him again. Watch his chest rise and fall. He's fine. He's here.
I lean further back in my chair pulled up against JD's bed, own legs propped up on the edge of the bed. He hasn't woken up yet since he passed out. He didn't crack his skull though. He should be fine. Should be. Oh shut up brain! I let out a sigh as I rub at my forehead. The police had been by to look at my mutilated porsche, check the traffic cameras at the light. They'd be back later to speak with JD and Elliot--she's fine now, you can stop calling her by that--once they're both stable and awake. I heard she was doing just fine. Well, more awake and active than JD, anyway. I haven't left this room though since they moved him here, so I wouldn't know for sure.
I rest my head back against the chair and turn to look at him again. Watch his chest rise and fall. He's fine. He's here.