"Of course I'll look after Olive," I tell a very teary Faith on the phone.
Ethan was in the intensive care unit down in Cornwall, and we were on our way back to London.
The road trip video had not ended well, and Ethan had ended up not being able to breathe properly.
"I...thank you. Ethan's mum is at a wedding in Scotland, she can't get back down until Tuesday, and my parents are on holiday...I feel awful asking, but Ethan's by himself and it's so far away and —"
"Faith, I'm her godmother. Of course I'm going to say yes. I'd do anything, you know that," I tell her, trying to reassure her, although she's an overthinker like me, so I do get it.
"I love you so much, Kenzie. Thank you."
"We'll be back in London in the next hour. Swing by mine in an hour and a half, yeah?" I suggest, and she's agreeing immediately.
"I'll pack everything she needs for a couple of days, Ethan's mum should be back by then if we're still not back...thank you so much, Kenzie. I appreciate this so much."
"Don't mention it. Genuinely, it's fine," I reassure her once more, ending the call and leaning back in my seat.
"Who was that?" Harry asks, breaking the silence we're all in.
The vibe had been jokey the entire day, and even when Ethan was waiting for the ambulance it was still pretty lighthearted, but the severity of the situation had finally kicked in as we all realised our friend was not okay.
Harry in particular was taking it quite hard, because he had been one of people who had been joking about Ethan exaggerating — until he wasn't.
"Faith. She called to ask if I could look after Olive until Ethan's mum can get back to London," I explain, already trying to remember where I'd put the box of toys I'd bought for Olive the last time she'd been round.
"I can come over and help? I mean, I'm her godfather — if that's okay with you?" He suggests, and even if I didn't want his help, the look on his face was enough to convince me. He needed this.
"Of course it's fine. I didn't bring my car, though. I ubered to the meeting point yesterday."
"It's fine, I'll drive you back to yours," he offers, and it's agreed.
"Do you not need a change of clothes? You can stop off at yours first —"
"Nah, nah. It's fine. The quicker we can get back to yours, the quicker Faith can get down to Ethan, and all that," he brushes off.
He was perceived as quite an immature character, but moments like these proved him to be quite the opposite.
"Okay, alright. Thank you," I say to him, although I know it's not for me, it's for Ethan, and in some way, that's so much better.
Faith rocks up to mine and she looks like she's on the verge of a breakdown.
Olive is crying in her arms, and she's clearly feeling the stress from her mum.
Harry peeps out from behind me, holding his arms out. "I'll calm her down, you guys talk," he offers, and Faith gratefully passes Olive over to him, kissing her on the cheek before Harry takes her over to the sofa.
"Faith," I say woefully, reaching over and bringing her in for a hug. "He'll be okay."
"I know he will, it was just so terrifying getting the call. I really do have to go, he's sorted me out with flights and it leaves soon...are you two definitely going to be okay?" She asks, looking over at Harry.
