James held a rosary in his blue-ish colored hands, praying silently to himself as he was transported to the nearest hospital. His parents followed close behind and worked on filling out some paperwork when James was moved into the waiting room. After the papers were filled, his parents sat in the room and waited with him for his name to be called. They knew what was wrong, this was nothing new for any of them. "I thought he was all better now." James' mother said as she wiped the light sweat from her son's forehead. "So did I. Don't worry he'll be perfectly fine after the operation." James' father said quietly as they all waited patiently for his name to be called. A nurse noticed the blue skin on James and handed him some water to drink which James gratefully drank up. In his mind it helped a lot even though in reality it didn't help much.

((It's perfect. I hope mine is okay))