“Are you boys here for Davis Caldwell,” said Dr. Isaiah Hamilton tiredly.
“Yes sir, is he okay,” Bryce asked worriedly.
Dr. Hamilton smiled assuredly, “He’s fine thanks to you. He had to have stitches from the crack to the head, but other than that there are no ill effects of his drinking binge other than dehydration and some stomach pain. That’s expected though.”
“Can I see him, sir? I just want to show him I’m here for him.”
“Absolutely, follow me boys,” then looking at James,