Thomas hoped Jamie only had to be in the hospital for a few more days. He wanted to bring his son home and fuss over him. Actually he wanted to bundle Jamie into his bed and sing lullabies to him until the songs chased the monsters away, and then they could both sleep.
Fucking monsters just had to be real, didn't they?
"He's- He's afraid to see me. Some demon wore my fucking face and tortured him and now my presence makes him afraid which is just...one of the worst things I could imagine. The doctors tell me he's very weak, but he'll heal fine. But a demon tortured my son and I don't know how to start to help him with that." Thomas swallowed roughly and then he offered Vicodin a shaky smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to unload on you."