After arriving at the hospital, I instinctively reached to open the car door to carry Dennis, but Jackie quickly stopped me and said, "Let me carry him."
Jackie gently lifted Dennis into his arms, a task I usually struggled with. Watching him, I felt a wave of relief as I saw the care and attention he gave to my son.
Dennis was taken into the emergency room, and Jackie and I sat in the waiting area. I couldn't hide my restlessness and anxiety; I kept rubbing my hands together, unable to sit still. I glanced around the waiting room, but my thoughts were entirely consumed by Dennis. Every minute felt like an hour, and my heart burned with worry.
Jackie, standing beside me, noticed my anxiety. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and softly said, "Elwyn, it's going to be okay. Dennis will be fine."
Jackie's reassurance eased my tension slightly. I nodded, though the worry in my heart remained.
A nurse stepped out of the emergency room and asked, "Who is Dennis' family?"
