Jesse's heart was in his throat all the way to the hospital, and he probably broke at least three traffic laws trying to get there as quickly as possible. In the waiting room, he paced and bit his fingernails, something he hadn't done since he was a teenager.
When the doctor finally appeared and updated him, he was glad to know things seemed to be mostly OK. The low sugar and iron, though, made him pause. He shook his head. "I don't know," he said, confused. "He was finally eating more, my...my father messed with his head real bad, didn't treat him well. After he died, we brought him back here, and he'd...he'd been doing real well."