"Yes, I promise, I'll be okay. I'll call an Uber." Johnny said. He missed driving his own car. But he had to admit, it was a good thing that they existed. He sat up and started towards the closet, he'd better pick out his clothes, he wanted to look better than if he'd been at a chemo appointment.
"I love you, I'm gonna call Ma now. Be careful, promise me." He said, taking his time to stand up. Sam, meanwhile, reached out and took his hand, squeezing tightly through a contraction.