Then I was allowed to come and see our son. People were doing things to him. And he had no sign of any injury but I could only see him from the chest up. But he just looked like he was sleeping. He just looked utterly comfortable and fast asleep. And his motorcycle gear had been cut off him and it was in a pile by the door and his boots were there, and his helmet and everything. And then I went back into the little room and the policeman kept making me cups of tea. I think he made me about three altogether [laughs]. He was very friendly, very supportive.
When I very first saw our son, I had a feeling that he would be all right when I saw him. And funny enough when I went in with my husband and we saw him again, after my husband had seen him, we came out together and he said, “I think he'll be alright.” And I said, “Yes, I got that feeling too, I think he will.” When I went in to see him, I never sensed, but I could tell by looking at him that he, you get a feel for some things. When I was working on the Intensive Care years ago I was working on it for several weeks when all of a sudden I got to the stage where I could tell whether somebody was really ill or not. If, and I don't know what it is, and I don't know how it comes about, maybe because you're doing so many checks on the patients all the time, you suddenly get to the stage where you are connected to the point where you can look at somebody and you know whether they're ill or not. When I looked at our son when he was being attended to in the Emergency Room I got the feeling that he would be all right. He looked all right. He was all of a piece. There was something, and my husband had exactly the same kind of feeling. He shared it with me even though I hadn't said anything to him. I didn't say, “I think he'll be okay.” That came straight from my husband as soon as he saw him. And I said to him then, “Yes, I think he will be too.” And as it turns out, we were right.