Unfortunately

Aunt Sheila felt a cold sensation roam the walls of her stomach. She felt a chill spine run down her back. What had she done? All she had wanted to do is let him meet his son but this is the outcome?

"Travis" she called out in a near whisper. Her voice choked with worry in as she supported his immobile body.

Had she known he was this fragile, maybe she would have taken precaution.

"Comeback. Stay with me, Travis. Stay with me"she persuaded admidst sobs. Ogar had come back without being able to get any help whatsoever. He ventured into his uncle's room to get the key to the truck.

"Aunty Sheila. Here is the key to the Tundra"he handed the keys over to her. She nodded and then one other figure appeared before them.

"I stepped out briefly. My daughter told me you came because of your uncle. Is everything okay?" The mid fortyish year old man enquired.

Before anyone of them could respond to him, he turned in the direction where uncle Travis lay motionless.