Slowly, Next knelt in front of him and pulled the boy into a soft, gentle hug.
"I know, sweetheart," He whispered, petting the boy's hair softly. "But the doctors are trying to make sure he is okay before they let anyone see him..."
"I know that and you know that," Next sighed. "But the doctors don't... and they'll just keep throwing us out... which will upset him more. So its best if we just wait..."