On the way to the hospital, John made sure to shut off their communication gadgets, for privacy sake. As they arrived, John and Diane stayed within the comfort of the car, far from scrutinizing public eyes. Diane's sobbing subsided but her eyes were sore from crying. She lay silent for a time.
"Diane," John said as he held her hand.
"Huh?" She glanced at him.
"Do you want to go to your mother's room or not?"
"I can't meet my mother like this." She leaned on the soft pillow behind her and closed her eyes, resting her body on the inclined seat.
"Where do you want to go?" He stared at her and observed her breathing and the color of her skin. He smiled after knowing she was fine. He also copied her posture and tilted his head to rest against the chair.
"I want to go home and rest. But John?" She said without looking at him.
"Yes?" He said with a slight glance at her.
"Your brother already heard what Gallante and Mr. Peralta said. Are they going to arrest them now?"
