When my parents went to catch some sleep, I once stayed with Mark by myself. This could have been days/weeks after the accident; a funny time warp happened for a few months. Two nurses came and said they had to ‘turn him’. I didn’t know what that meant but I left his bedside. The nurses closed the curtains around his bed. Moments later I heard a loud guttural roar. The nurses had to move him (with his many broken bones, punctured lungs and tubes) so he wouldn’t get bed sores. The sound Mark made that day is the only sound of anguish that I recall Mark making as a result of his accident.