Thomas rose, still feeling sick. Jamie had been told, and now the reality of it all was starting to sink in. His father was sick. Not just sick, his father was dying. It was going to be a slow and horrible death, and there was nothing they could do about it.
He took in a shaky breath and then he went to go find a coat of some description. "She'll like that. And your job is to make sure I don't drive like an idiot."