Tom is prepared for transfer to a ward. Although his electrolytes aren't quite all together, intensive care is no longer needed. We don't know how we feel about this. No-one at the end of his bed day and night? But it means we're nervously going in the right direction.
The ward is an odd place after PICU; noisy with voices rather than machinery humming and pinging gadgets. I'm not sure I like it - there's a feeling of claustrophobia and helplessness. Tom responds in the same way and takes something of a downturn. Anxiety, never far away, bubbles quickly to the surface.