After a long and exhausting week, Dylan was finally given the green light to leave the hospital. The news should have been a cause for celebration, yet a mix of emotions clouded the young boy's face. His usual bright smile was absent, replaced by a small, reluctant pout.
"Hey, buddy, isn't this great? You're finally going home," Greg said, crouching beside Dylan, trying to lift his spirits.
Dylan fidgeted with the hem of his hospital gown, his expression torn. "I am happy… but it also means I have to leave Daddy here," he admitted softly with sadness.
Cammy knelt beside him, gently brushing his hair. "Sweetheart, your dad is a grown man. He's strong, he can already walk, and he can take care of himself."
"I know," Dylan murmured, his eyes lowering. "But grown-ups get sad too, right? I saw on TV that sometimes they cry when they're alone… because they're lonely."
