The nurses were kind, but they wouldn’t bend the rules for us. So we took the opportunity to force Sam away from Ben’s bedside to take a few bites of breakfast. After devouring the crisps and chocolate I bought her, Sam finally realised she was hungry after all, and managed a few mouthfuls of scrambled egg. Now we’ve got better news about Ben, we’re all less anxious. Although we’re not out of the woods yet, the medics seem to think it’s the road to recovery. “So, tell us about your show Summer,” says my mum, taking a sip of weak hospital coffee. “Take our mind off things while we wait.” “Um. We filmed a video,” I say. “It’s due to air tonight.” “Last night,” says Adam quietly. I frown. I guess Ben’s accident has messed with my sense of time. “Oh yeah,” I say rubbing my head. I’d better phone George and Tammy.
