isaac when you visit him in hospital after his dad had broken a bone of his, you're sat by his side, hand holding his as you hold his palm open, and his brows furrow as you slide a piece of paper into his palm, aware of his father sat across the room, fast asleep. you hated the man, hated how he had lied to the nurses, how he hurt your best friend, and isaac reads it, reads about how he could stay at your house whenever he needed to. if he could sneak out, he'd be safe with you, and his eyes roam upwards to your face that held a small smile. and so he mouthed a response.
" thank you even though i don't deserve you. "