"Oh that patient? Yeah he doesn't speak English very well so we've been having a lot of trouble with him. He's in room 34 A. Third door to the right."
He thanked her profusely before picking up his tulips and heading on his way. The door was closed, so Henry opened it and went inside. Inside the room was cool with the soft sounds of the hospital muffled at the closed door behind him.
"Uncle Deul?" Henry said hesitantly.
The patient was holding a newspaper which he let flopped down. His half moon glasses were balanced on the rim of his nose as he let out an irritated sound. Once he saw it was Henry, he threw the newspaper outside and opened his arms wide. Henry returned his hug and Deul began to wipe the tears that issued out of his eyes. He kissed Henry's cheeks and touched his face. It was uncomfortable to be poked and prodded, but Henry knew that Deul needed someone he knew as he was all alone in a foreign country hurt.
"Uncle Deul! I'm so happy to see you."
