"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.