You’re family? the doctor asks.
Yes.
Well, she took a bad fall.
I’d say she blanked. She can’t remember.
We’ll keep her here a while
but she’ll have to find somewhere
with no stairs, I’d say.
At the very least.
Can I leave this to you to pass on?
Yes. I’ll tell her son.
My father.
Her son.
He frowns. Right. Well. Goodnight.