"He was mostly worried about me," Emma said with a sigh. She sat down again and kneaded her forehead. "I don't think it's quite sunk in yet." She took a shaky breath but then she smiled. Emma tended to put on a brave face for most things.
Thomas was staring at his plate, unable to quite believe this was happening. This was his father. He wanted to cry, but he didn't want to do it in front of his son. "Do they...know what kind of time frame...?"
Emma shook her head. "It's hard to know with this kind of things. The symptoms have been going on for awhile, we just thought it was something else. I feel like a terrible nurse for not knowing. They're giving him medications for the symptoms, but it just...it is what it is."