Half an hour later, Mr Wells returned, walking into the room with a coffee and giving me a warm smile as he sat down in the second chair. ‘How is he?’ he asked as he got comfortable.
‘He’s OK’ I replied, ‘was a bit out of it when I got here but soon fell asleep.’
Mr Wells laughed, ‘yeah, I had an interesting conversation with him at five am, something about wanting a pet dinosaur, but just a small one because he wanted it to sleep in his room.’
I covered my mouth, trying not to giggle as Mr Wells looked at his son affectionately, scooting his chair closer to the bed before taking another sip of his coffee.
‘How long do they think he will have to stay here?’ I asked softly, a small frown appearing on my face.
Mr Wells sighed, ‘at least a few weeks’ he replied, ‘but he won’t be back at
