Scene: 10pm. Vampboy has a fever of 102. After loading the car, he vomits pedialyte, strawberries and supplemental formula all over himself and me. As he cries hysterically, we clean him up and throw him in another shirt for the hour-long trip to the ER. His symptoms will most likely lead to a stay in the hospital for a day or two. Vampmommy grabs more bibs and towels, heading towards the car in a rush. Vampboy’s hat is missing, but time to search for it is slim. Vampmommy’s mom is in the back seat, working to keep Vampboy calm as I click him into his car seat.
VD: I need to you be calm, and take deep breaths (VB). If you keep crying you’ll make yourself sick.
VB: (sobbing) I go now. Hospital. Shut door. Get in car.
VD: No, son — I’m not coming. Mommy and Memere are going to take you to hospital.
VB: (sobbing stops) Why.
VD: Daddy has to be at work in the morning. Mommy and Memere are going to take care of you.
(The sound of a heart breaking is heard.)
Fade to black.