Lois is still in hospital. Her hemorrhaging would not abate, so she is in hospital still. That is for "the better", as she will get better care and Thomas won't rest there, never really sleeping. I am sure that his rest is better, but sleep is not something that he'll have.
When Marcus left her, she was in good spirits, eating a long-wait, quite late breakfast, 2pm. She needed prompt pressure on her surgical area, as her coumadin bled her like a hundred leeches. She's okay, will be fine, but she is not ... here.
Marcus slept poorly last night and resigns to poor sleep tonight. He night was a mix of "huh" with "gotta put up with Jerk numero uno." His appreciation of work is hampered by pay, hours, and the ability to complete projects. When he gets in early, he has to pitch in off-the-clock to help a fellow get back on track.
One guy, the next in line, may not make it much farther, as his life is bursting into confetti. How on Earth do you put it together again? You don't. Either you make something new of the pieces or you start completely over from scratch. Stress, Satan biting down hard on Brutus+, consumes him. This Brutus, is not the before mentioned Emperor in new clothes -- putting on aires, not underwears, "full of pride"++
+ Dante's "Inferno"; entered too, for Brutus betrayed Caesar and Rome -- his final judgement, damnation
++ INXS, "Devil Inside"
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