he was driven to tunbridge wells hospital by his mother.e in the morning that he thought he was dying when he was in the hospital. and he said to me, "mummy, i'm not going to get through this". at about 7.30 in the morning, he was still very poorly but a young doctor came to see us and said that the initial bloods they'd taken seemed fine and, although he was unwell, they thought it was just a virus, so they were going to discharge him. tim was discharged but, that same day, he started to feel worse, and was taken back to tunbridge wells hospital. he couldn't walk, stand or sit up. gavin received a text message from his wife. to get that text, "get here fast," i knew what that meant. doctor after doctor started appearing, surgeons, anaesthetists, icu people, nurses out of nowhere. we promised him he'd be waking up and that all four of us would be gathered at his bedside. the last words we exchanged with him were a lie because we couldn't say goodbye. and then the decision was made to turn off the machines because they had been unable to get