More likely scared Sh*tless.
Well, that's more like it--but my BIL would try to keep us from getting nervous and frightened while we tried to cheer him up.
It hard to remember those very difficult times at the hospital with my BIL. My sister lived in hospital waiting rooms, and now, because of his diabetes along with the heart transplant (about nine years ago), he's having problems again--not rejection, but probably overmedication. He passed out early this week and cracked his collarbone, and he passed out again yesterday, but didn't hurt himself. The doc is going to refer him to yet another specialist and see if they can find out what's wrong. It's very worrying.