“Are you gonna die Mum?”Moving around the side of Grant, she
leant over to kiss my cheek.
“Em! You don’t say that when you come to a hospital for Christ’s sake!” Grant sounded overly angry.
“It’s all right Grant, she’s just curious.” I tried to calm him. “No I’m not Em. Glad you could come honey. Are you all right?”
A pouting lip and frown suggested that Emma was not all right, as she wore the typical ‘totally misunderstood teenager’ look on her young face. Trudging round to the other side of the bed, she plonked herself down on a chair and let out a loud ‘I want attention’ huff.