Al gave a faint smile as his aunt brushed his hair away from his face. He found himself resting his head on her shoulder as the both watched over the small frame on the bed. Ed would kill him for even thinking the word small with his name in the same sentence. But it was the only way to describe him Ina bed that looked to big for him.
"He'll be okay," he said softly, not sure if he was reassuring Riza or himself. "He's strong and stubborn. Nothing can keep him down for long."