The doctor had yet to come see me. All I wanted was to go home. To have my own things, my own clothes, to be in my own comfort. I wanted to wrap myself up in bed for a few days and shut the world out.

“I want to go home”. I spoke.

Jake was still here. Refused to leave me on my own. The furthest he went was the toilet and that was in the room.

“I know babe, but you still have to see the doctor. Let me go see about breakfast”

“I’m not hungry”.

“You promised you’d eat ...