Thomas had finally stirred to some stages of consciousness during Sunday, but he had not made any sense. He had been mostly throwing up, and apparently couldn't even focus his eyes properly. He had always fallen back to unconsciousness soon after, however. Lucas had been around with Jazz on Sunday, constantly sighing worriedly and unable to concentrate on anything.
Thomas had his own room where he lay monitored. His right leg and arm were both in cast, and he still had a neck support too, and he had broken his left collarbone and several ribs as well.
On Monday Lucas had to go to work, but when Jazz arrived to the hospital, a little surprisingly there was a bunch of beautiful flowers on Thomas's bedside, and the doctor was there to meet her before she was even let into his room.