Jamie had been in the waiting room with his aunts and his grandmother all day. He'd opened every magazine there at least once, but he hadn't really read any of them. Same for the book he'd brought with him, and his pencils had been mostly stuck in his pocket.
When his grandmother came out to tell them that his dad was awake and wanted to see him, he shot out of his chair so fast he almost knocked it over. He pushed the door open and stuck his head in. "Hey, Dad," he said. "How are you feeling?"