CONNOR
Being extremely happy and devastated at the same time was very, very tiring.
Seeing my son sick and suffering, hearing him cry and call out to Lily and me in fear, was without a doubt one of the worst experiences of my life: I'd felt like dying when the doctors ordered us to leave his bedside, when I had to leave my little boy alone. My rationality, at that moment, had gone out the window: although I knew that, most likely, it was nothing serious, that nothing would happen to him, and that the doctors were just doing their job, hearing him scream had stirred up primal, uncontrollable instincts and fears.
It was Lily, however, that had saved me from that dread - who'd brought me back to life.
The first time had been when, after the doctors had left, having confirmed that Ev was
