Richelle Dunn handed him a straw-topped cup, which she held to his lips. After he had finished drinking, she posed a question.
"I've already called the kids, they roughly know about your situation. I promised them I would call them when you woke up."
Roy Lewis instinctively asked, "A video call?"
Richelle shook her head, "No, a voice call will do."
Roy breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine. They're still young. Seeing me in this state would scare them. Let's make the call later, perhaps before dinner."
Richelle simply responded, "I know, but I did tell them about your general condition. I don't want to lie to them."
Understood this well.
"Tiffany should be fine, but it's hard to fool Timmy and Timothy, they've got sharp minds."
"Right, those two think more when you try to conceal something from them. Better off just telling them everything."
Roy fell silent for a moment, then asked,
"Did they cry?"
