"Bye mommy," Frank waved.
"Bye, sweetheart. Take care of yourself. Mommy and Uncle Wyatt will be home soon, okay?"
Holding onto Frank's little wrist, I led him outside the hospital, Abel striding before us. Nico had brought the car out to the front as instructed, and the rain was falling mildly. Once we settled Frank and my crutches in the backseat, we climbed in. I comforted Frank on our way back home, which was about half an hour from the hospital. Although he tried to brighten up, believing that his mother would come home soon and Wyatt would be fine, it was evident that he was anxious and close to tears. Abel said a few words of comfort, his mind preoccupied. Perhaps grateful that Frank was with us, which prevented me from questioning him about what he must've found out.
