Dalton sat on his bed with his leg elevated of the surface by the thick cast around it.
Dalton had sprained his ankle trying to do some stupid trick on his trampoline in his and Cole's back yard.
Cole heard his muffled cries of pain from the kitchen, where he'd been washing the dishes from their lunch.
Cole sprang into to action and cradled Dalton into his car, driving him
To the hospital where he got his plain white cast.
Dalton was not enjoying being immobile and broken, he spent his time moping.
He didn't like being this helpless, he had to ask Cole to help him with almost everything.
He also despised using the crutches because the soreness they have the underneath of his arms as he used them.
Seeing Dalton's moping face, Cole tried to make him feel better in any and every way.
He brought him his favourite foods/meals and he got him his favourite books to read but that didn't have Dalton feel any less helpless.
As Dalton sat on his bed pouting, Cole took an opportunity to doodle on Dalton's cast.
He drew little monsters and hearts and wrote Dalton and his name in beautiful cursive. At some points Dalton would glance at Cole and feel a little better.
Cole decided to draw a heart with the phrase: "You always have my heart -Cole" written fancily in the middle, in the every centre of Dalton's cast.
Cole looked at Dalton's sad expression before finishing his masterpiece then quickly perfected and moved out the view of the cast.
Dalton glanced at Cole's wonderful drawing and Cole watched Dalton's expression change from a pout to the warmest smile.
Dalton grabbed Cole, by his shirt, towards him and kissed him softly on the lips and whisper into his ear: "Thank you."
