"Are you serious?" was all I could choke out.
But, but, but . . . I thought . . . you are supposed to be my ride. Best not to argue with Patrick. His emotions and brain are different than mine. Let him get home. He can be there in a few hours and help my mother. That was my main concern. I had already, sadly, resolved that the MOST important thing was to get one of us home should "that moment" come before we all got there.