Daniel’s jaw tightened. “So what happens now?” Ben exhaled, his gaze flicking back toward the corner where King lay. “We’re debating sedation, but it’s risky. He’s already weak from eating less, and if there’s something serious going on inside him…”
His words trailed off, leaving the silence to fill the gaps. Noah looked up at the two men, his voice small but steady. “You have to help him. He’s not scary, he’s just…he’s trying to tell us something.”