Maryse's POV
It kills me to see him like this. Lying lifeless tubes connected through his mouth and right arm. Am seated on the coach, Allan is sound asleep on my lap. We spend the night in hospital despite the doctor’s assurance that he was out of danger. Until I can talk to him am not leaving my boy. The nurse comes in.
"Morning Mr. And Mrs. Brown", the petite nurse says warmly.
"Morning, Mr. Brown is dead a sleep, is he coming round?" I ask massaging Allan's head.
She looks at the machines then notes something down on a pamphlet she is carrying. She checks the bandages around his head, hand and left leg then records again. Lastly she forces his eye open and notes down. She wraps up and turns towards me.
"All his vitals are normal, I can't promise he should be back anytime. Wait for
