“Just put him on the floor for now, we’ll have to clear the bed. Do you think we can find a bucket from somewhere in case he’s sick?”

“I’ll have a hunt around.” Tristan said as they gently placed Marcus on the carpet before walking back out the door and into the hallway in his search.

“Are you going to head back downstairs?” Ralph asked.

I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, to my comatose husband and then back to Ralph.

“No, I don’t think so, we’ve got a pretty early start tomorrow.”

“Oh, fair enough.”

I was extremely disappointed to say the least. I’d waited my...