Now, that it wasn't a heart attack, they were all just a tiny bit angry with Elliott for giving them such a scare. Although that anger evaporated once they caught sight of him in his hospital bed.
"Honey? You awake?" Maggie said softly, as she gently stroked his un-plastered forearm.
"Hey, Daddy? It's me, it's Katy."
"Hey, Dad, you okay?" Terry inquired.
Slowly, in a somewhat haphazard way, Elliott woke up. He looked kind of pathetic in a hospital gown, with an IV drip in his arm. He certainly looked old. As frightened and upset as they had been, it was nothing compared to what Elliott had experienced. For an hour or two he had genuinely believed he was on the verge of breathing his last. That's going to frighten the s**t out of you, even once it's clear you would live to fight another
