“No, I think he’s too fucked up for that. He’s in a coma.”
“They only assign one guard to escort to the hospital, don’t they?”
“I don’t know. I guess. Look I gotta run, I’ll see ya.”
Stanton watched as he walked back to his car. He waved once as he pulled out of the parking lot and Stanton waved back.
“Daddy, come on there’s a turtle!”
“Coming.”
He turned and watched his children as they ran to him to show him their find. He grinned and held open his arms. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t think of a single other place he would like to be.