"Please, Charlotte," King pleaded, his voice weak and scratchy from disuse. "Please, don't let me go back there." He squeezed her hand, a look of naked terror flooding his face. "When I leave the hospital... I don't want to go back to Win's house. I can't…
"Hey, King, shh," Charlotte soothed immediately. "Don't say anything now. Focus on your recovery first."
"Please, Charlotte. I seriously did not want to go back to Win's house, please." His voice was barely above a frantic whisper.
"It's okay," she affirmed, meeting his desperate gaze. "You are not going back there. Since you don't want to, you won't go back there."
Charlotte stood up and gently wiped the tears tracking down his pale cheeks. "You don't have to cry. Okay?"
King managed a small, shaky nod. "Okay."
