If that's the case, then the others must be in awful shape...

[ he will gladly come to take the chair, pulling it out from beside the bed and scooching in once he's settled, bag in his lap and hands curling together around each other to keep from getting up and checking his bandages for like the third time. thursdays are the worst. ]

I brought a few snacks, and some extra blankets, and... truly, I never know exactly how to help when it gets to this point, and end up just bringing around half the store, anyway. [ fussy as ever, but he seems to at least settle, now, exhaling out and looking him over. ]

I'm so sorry - though it seems a likely conclusion it will happen to all of us at some point, I had hoped...