Dorothy Flynch watched her son sleep peacefully without a care for her chaotic heart. She couldn't help feeling helpless about the state of things at the moment.
Who could have thought that her stupid son would get beaten up by someone, and of all the places he needed to be sent to, he ended up at the one place he shouldn't ever be, the Keith Family Hospital.
Dorothy was sitting on pins as she kept counting down to the moment her son opened his eyes and got discharged. She couldn't help hoping that the damned doctor wouldn't return with another test request. She would not allow them to take any samples for whatever stupid test they would want to run.
