Jude
The nurse had gone to retrieve Beckett from the waiting room and he and my mother had gotten to the door to my room faster than I could imagine. My mother had large purple bags under her eyes, her hair was frizzy and like she had been pulling at it. Tim was behind her with a hand on her back.
“Oh my god,” my mother whispered, cupping her mouth with her hand. Beckett looked at Meg then at me and twiddled his thumbs. I held my arms out and he trotted to the side of the bed and looked at me with fearful eyes.
“Its okay buddy. There's nothing to be afraid of” I said and ran my fingers through his soft hair. He leaned into my touch and tears filled his eyes.
“Why are you hurt? I thought it was momma who was hurt” he whispered. I forgot how well he could talk for his age and I looked
