"Good afterno-, Harry, what's wrong?"

He's crying.

"They say I'm gettin bet-better, my ribs are healin vewy well."

"Isn't that great, Haz, you'll be able to go home soon."

"But Louwee, I don wanna go home, I wanna stay wid you, if- if I go home, we won see 'ch other anymo'."

"Awh Haz, I promise I'll come see you, okay?"

"Reallyy Lou, you do dat?"

"Yes Haz, can you smile for me now, love?"

"Kay."

He smiles.