George

Sleep eludes me. I'd been able to nap a bit, but the couch is too small for my frame and for all the hospital has done to make the rooms as welcoming as possible, they can't change that some furniture is just shit to sleep on.

It's a weird hour, 3:30 am and Ella has finally managed to fall asleep and get some rest, the exhaustion finally getting to her.

I think neither of us realized how many people cared and worried about her in this hospital. She's been ...