I laid at Pete’s feet as I sobbed. He was sitting in a chair and I was under the desk as I cried.
“Gee, come on, don't do this,” he sighed.
I cried, hugging his legs.
“You said I could talk to him,” I cried.
“And as soon as he wakes up you can talk to him,” Pete said. “He's sleeping right now.”
“But he's been sleeping for two days!” I exclaimed.
He reached down, running his hand through my hair comfortingly.
“He's sleeping so he can get better,” Pete said softly.
I whimpered, my lip quivering as I tried to stop crying.
“Okay, Gee, just get off the ground,” he said softly.
I sniffled, crawling up into his lap. I need comfort from someone and Pete was the only person I could get it from. Frank's been sleeping for two days and Patrick’s been by his side for most of that tim
