"…" The timid boy didn't hide behind his half-burned Mr. Wuzzy, who was also wrapped in bandages.
Rowan walked to his bed and sat down to slowly reach out to touch his head. However, the painter didn't know if he could touch those bandages. What if he hurt Avery? He just smiled and asked, "Does your head hurt when someone pats you, Avery?"
The boy shook his head, and Rowan gently patted the child. "I went to see your sister earlier. She's doing well. How about you and Mr. Wuzzy? Are you feeling better than yesterday?"
"Where's Daddy?" The boy asked, making Rowan's hand tremble. He then moved to face Rowan some more, his weak hand reaching out to clutch at Rowan's shirt. "Did he…? Rowan, he didn't go with Mommy, did he? He can't…"
