Jamie, meanwhile, had come to while a nurse was checking his vitals, groggy and confused about where he was. The nurse smiled at him. "Hello, Jameson," she said. "How are you feeling?"
"Foggy," Jamie answered, turning to look at her. "Where'm I?"
"You're in the hospital," she told him. "You were missing almost four days. I'm sorry if I woke you, right now they're recommending you sleep as much as possible."
"'M tired," Jamie said, unnecessarily.
"I'd imagine so," she said soothingly. "But there's some good news: I think your entire family is camped out in the waiting room. They're all chomping at the bit to see you, if you're up for it."
Jamie felt something tighten in his chest. He knew, logically, that he'd been gone for so long that naturally, his whole family would turn up to see that he was alright. But when he tried to conjure his dad's face, the only accompanying feeling was tension and fear. And that made him so incredibly tired and sad.
"I don't know," he finally said. He followed that up with a yawn, which was random, but apparently very well-timed.
"You rest, honey," the nurse said. "I'll go and fill them in on how you are."
Jamie nodded, then thought of something. "Actually...there's one I'd like to talk to. If my aunt Maddy's out there, see if she'll come see me?"
His nurse went and found the assembled gathering, addressing all of them. "He's sleeping right now," she told them. "Physically, he should be fine in a few days. I can't speak to his psychological state, he was only awake for a few minutes. He did say he'd like to speak to someone called Maddy, though?"
Maddy turned to look at Thomas, confused, then back to the nurse. "Are you sure?" she asked.