James froze from the sudden contact but then, slowly, he draped his arms around her small frame. She seemed more delicate, sickly now that her skin had lost it's brightness and her hair...her hair was still falling to her shoulders and her scalp was becoming more and more visible. It twisted something deep within James, bringing up old memories of his sister when she was so tiny and so ill.
"But..." James attempted as he rubbed her back, drawing her close to him and wrapping his arms a little tighter around her body as if to protect her. "Are you...have you been sick? Not...not having hair...that's a norm for you? I promise I won't call the doctors unless you want them to be called. We can just sit here."
He brushed his hand over her shoulder, his fingers latching on to some of her hair and it pulling away easily. James could feel the color leaving his face. Maybe he should call Alex, maybe she would know what to do.