Johnny was quiet for a moment, his chin trembled, and tears fell off his chin onto his hospital gown. He wanted his voice to be stronger when he spoke. "I just..." He struggled, and Sam reached for his ginger ale, and he took a sip, while she held it, he was gripping Daniel's shirt, holding on tightly.
"I just, I'm scared that you're going to walk out of this room and I'll.." Johnny couldn't say it, and Sam, who was crying now, squeezed his hand tightly and laid her head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against hers, he had never been more scared in his life.
Johnny finally had everything he'd wanted since he was eighteen years old, and because of that bastard Kreese and whoever Silver was, it could all be taken away.