Sunday 28th December 2008
Who: Tiger, Cissy, Gracie and Daddy Tiger Where: Hospital When: Evening of Sunday 28th December What: Tiger's mum has been taken into hospital
Tiger's feet was rushing as fast as they could carry him. The tattooed man tried to slow down enough for Cissy to keep up with him but he was driven by the need to get to his Mom. She needed him, his Dad needed him, and when his family called he was always there. Through every hall and every turn Tiger looked for the signs to the Dawn Ward, where his Dad had said he was, and praying that everything would be alright. Christmas had been so great, he couldn't bear that something had gone wrong but he'd deal with it. Whatever he was faced with, he'd deal.
Alan Bentley was sitting down on a chair at the end of a long, plain corridor. It was duller than the rest, grey, like it didn't need to be sterile. There'd be no point. A sign for the Dawn Ward was nearby and as soon as Tiger spotted him he sped down towards him, calling out 'Dad!" as he went. Alan stood, red rings around his eyes and cheeks hastily wiped free of tears. The closer Tiger got, the more his stomach plummetted in a knowing sort of thud.