The doctor said, if he makes it through tonight, the critical period will be over.
But if not, then it will never be over.
Midway, Matilda Jenkins wanted to persuade Mrs. Morrison to eat something. She wouldn't move, wouldn't speak, as if she'd turned into a fossil sitting there, staring motionlessly at the ward entrance.
She wouldn't go in, yet she also wouldn't leave.
Nolan Morrison sighed, "Let's go, let's eat first, then come back."
They had gone to the Company early morning, and after handling matters, went to the Hospital. The whole day had passed, and they hadn't eaten a thing. There was still a long night ahead; he didn't mind, but he couldn't watch Matilda starve.
Matilda looked at Mrs. Morrison, worried: "Why don't you go buy something for us, and I'll stay here with her."
Nolan shook his head: "Staying won't help. We'll just go somewhere nearby and come back quickly."
Matilda nodded: "Well, all right."
She found a Nurse to stay with Mrs. Morrison.
