I wanted to go and check Gabe was ok, but right now Esme and Mateo were by his bed, and I felt it was necessary to let them be with him. Dan and I were standing in the corner of the room. Both quiet, both watching the scene in front of us.

I wonder if he is full of emotion and turmoil like I am. It doesn’t feel right seeing Gabe like this. He is a warrior; he is not meant to be weak and vulnerable in a hospital bed. Not to mention quiet and unable to be cracking jokes, having a laugh like he normally does. It feels so...