Jo Harvelle

Jo returned from having a bath making her way back to the bedroom making sure to bring the baby monitor out with her. Exiting the bathroom the cries she had heard from Jamie grew louder and hinted that he was in some sort of discomfort, a sound Jo hadn't heard since he had his first injections at six months old. Taking off her towel she quickly threw on her dressing gown before peering at Jamie, finding the little guy red faced and covered in vomit. Picking him up from the cot she took her phone from the bedside table and rung her mother, he had been grizzly when he had spent the afternoon with her and Grandpa Bobby.

Placing Jamie at the bottom of the bed, Jo took out her phone from the drawer in the bedside table and pressed it against her ear, holding it so that she could change her sons baby grow as his cries began to space out but still contained the discomfort he had been previously displaying.

"Momma, there's something wrong with Jamie." Jo cried, worried that the past was beginning to repeat itself.