The headache is gone, but the worry is still with me.

It's the not knowing that is stressing me out. Is he dead? Is he okay? Does he need rehab? What happened to him?

All those questions associated with a hospital visit that could end up in death come piling in at insane speeds and none of them can be answered!

Scenario and scenario play out. Some real, some not. Worry becomes paranoia. I can't stand not knowing. I have to know something even if it's bad.