Watching and waiting.
Tom doesn't stir but is moved onto his side at regular intervals. Family float in and out and the routine of PICU now features us. I look more closely at the obs chart and see the word 'coma' as part of the 'Glasgow coma scale'. I see Tom's score but it means nothing. I overhear consultants on teaching rounds discussing scores and trying to interpret. Nik and I alternate between weeping and soothing each other. We wait. So does Tom.