"You’re awake. Good. I was worried about you." When he says it I know he means it. I don’t know quite how to respond, so I just nod and watch. He has a cloth bag over his shoulder that looks quite full. He nods to the boy, who carries the tray over to the small table beside the bed and sets it down. The older man sends him out of the room with a pat on the back, then closes the door behind him.