Abruptly, John was back to believing Jennifer. It was funny how his belief went in cycles; something absurd would happen, he'd shut it out, and then with no warning his mind would be changed. He believed, if nothing else, in the sincerity of her concern.
John blinked a few times and fought a frown. What had he happened into? If even a tenth of the stories were true, he was no longer certain he was ready to see what was on the other side of the hospital doors. He wanted his freedom, though. He could brave some uncertainty in order to have it.
"I'm not sure if I'm prepared, but I can handle a little excitement. Perhaps I will go down to the hospital. If nothing else, someone needs to keep an eye on the troublemakers." It was meant to be a joke, but John didn't laugh. His forced smile was lopsided.
"Thank you for the warning," John added. "It's better to know what I'm facing, I think."