Waking up in the hospital with James being the first person you see is even worse than trying to get into a cab with a bleeding anus and a towel sticking to you making you burn like hell down there. I really believed that I had seen the last of him, but here we were, back together like old times. Him in front of a hospital bed, playing the doting father who could not believe what had happened to his poor son.

I could see his silhouette behind the curtain, but that wasn’t how I knew it was him. It was the voice. The voice that cooed into my ear...