"You can go inside," Doris says, patting David's shoulder to encourage him to go inside his mom's hospital room as they stood outside at a distance from the door.3
"Won't you come with me?" David was fidgeting in his position while he looked at the ground.
"What are you talking about? Have you ever needed someone to accompany you before when you talked to your mother? Silly! Just go inside and let your guard down. She's doing fine now."
"Thanks, Mrs. Jackson. You are the second best person after my mother."
A smile crept on Doris's face as she looks at genuinely smiling David after almost a week or maybe more. But then jerking her head she pushes the kid into the room inside "Enough talking now move it kid."