He was absolutely not about to complain over hospital food. Ellie was back, and despite him feeling quite hungry now that he was being confronted directly by food smells, it was still second to her. "Thanks Ellie." He smiled at her, even as he fought that strong nagging urge to wrap her up in a hug.
Only one bite made it to his mouth when he ended up distracted, this time by ... a pouch? "Really?" He gently opened the pouch, reaching in and sure enough, there was his phone. He set that just under the pouch on the tray and reached in again. His brow furrowed.
Why were there two very worn corded bracelets in the pouch? One was clearly meant for a smaller wrist. He raised his other hand to his head as a flood of images, memories, feelings, crashed into him.