K got sick

S texted me at 340p today (GMT) to tell me that K was sick again.  He sent a picture and she looked like hell.

Damn it hurts to not be there for her.
To not hold her hand
To not give her the medicine
Stroke her hair when she is taking it.
God I hate this.

I wish I could get on a plane and go back and make this better
It needs to be better
Much better.

It isn't about me and my needs, it's all about them and what they need.
They need me.

I want to hold her.
Of course nothing from Jenny, but that is ok, S texts me and gives me the heads up.