Joe rubbed his son's head which was now wrapped in bandages, "Why is it like this?" he muttered softly.
"Hurry up and don't make daddy suffer like this, Sammy. It's enough that your mom left me, I won't be able to live if something fatal happens to you, son..."
"Dad..." the little one's hoarse voice rang out.
"Are you awake?" Joe asked softly.
Sammy blinked his eyes slowly, the little boy wanted to change his position, and the father moved quickly to help his son sit on the back of the bed.
"Do you want anything?"
Sammy shook his head slowly and turned his head to the side, "Uncle Ben," Sammy muttered, looking at his uncle who was sleeping on the sofa while sitting. His uncle looked tired.
"Where's Aunt Bee?"
Joe was silent as his son looked at him as if waiting for an answer.
