Caring for Ben

Little Walker

At one AM my phone rings....Ryan. "Hey bud" I say trying to not sound completely wiped.
"Where are you?" He questioning
"At the hospital, where are you?"
"home, can you come over? No ones here and...i just don't really feel like being alone tonight" Ahh my little man...
"Yeah Bud of course...hang in there I'll be there soon"
"Thanks Case...I can always count on you" yeah...I try
I open the door a crack, waking "Daddy 2" I wave and he nods his head and smiles. I take one last look at the bed, a quick glance is more like it, all I can bare. enough of this for one day, I walk down the hall of the hospital. I pass parents, spouses, siblings, loved ones in the hallways with the same look of despair as I had seen in Patrick's parents. I wonder if I look like that too?