At The Hospital

Liam O’Grady paced about in the hospital corridor.

The sight of the little boy, a pathetic little bundle as he was cradled in Van Dyke’s big, strong arms, had made him aware of the fragility of human life; the thin line between life and death.

St Just sat on a chair, his elbows on his knees, staring ahead while Dominick Delano had been an emotional mess when he saw his little brother. He had held the little fellow, Gabreil, in his arms all the way to the hospital, were Dom’s fiancé, the efficient forensic scientist, Rani, had been waiting.

They had already alerted the hospital so it was only a matter of minutes before the little fellow was rushed into the ICU, to check his vitals. But the ambulance that had arrived at the spot, had been well-staffed.

The little child had been put on a ventilator. The nursing assistant had studied Gabe’s pale, almost lifeless body and let out a deep breath.

“Poor little f*cker,” the man had sighed.

Now, O’Grady sat down heavily beside his brother.

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