"He's okay," Stuart Truman opened his mouth and finally just forced out those few words.
Keira Leaf collapsed kneeling on the ground, clutching Joshua Sulliven's hand tightly, sobbing, "If he's okay, why won't he wake up? If he's okay, why does he have so many tubes in him? If he's okay, why does he look so pale!"
For a moment, Stuart Truman was at a loss for words.
Keira Leaf cried with downcast eyes, "Joshua Sulliven, you rascal...you rascal!"
Frowning, Stuart Truman stepped forward, scooped her up to put her back in bed, but Keira Leaf, still holding onto Joshua's hand, refused to let go, "Let me go, let go of me! I want to be by his side, I need to stay by his side...I want to be with my...please, I beg you, I need to be with him!"
Keira Leaf struggled incessantly, refusing to release Joshua Sulliven's hand.
Stuart Truman said angrily, "If you keep this up and something happens to the child, how will you be able to live with yourself!"
