"Morning kid, we figured that since you look like you haven't slept at all, we shipped your bed over here and had them move it in this room. Although it was hard work, we hope you're happy." The nurse said as she walked into the door.

"Thank you." The little boy muttered quietly. The nurse left the room after another nurse delivered his breakfast. He pulled up the chair and sat by his father. He ate in silence. While he hate in silence, he noticed how his hands were wrinkly. How he looked old and worn out. He then started talking.

"Age doesn't define us. Just because you're old doesn't mean it's your time to die." The kid said nonchalantly. But he knew these things were hard to say out loud. From having nightmares he knew he was free during the day. However, that is only what he thought.