We all slept at the hospital. Dad tried to get me to leave but as long as he was there, I was going to be too. He was so tired that he was out within a few minutes of hitting the cot. Grandpa fell asleep a few hours after as well but not before trying to fight sleep. I was wide awake for some reason, sleep eluded me. There was too much going on in my mind. Sleep was the last thing I could even think of.

“Your head seems full,” I heard a whisper and I turned to my grandmother. She ...