Ricky looked at the stuffed bear she held in her hands. Watching her sit next to him. Looking at the bear that was practically as big as he was. That was a little guy? He would hate to see a huge one. He didn't say anything to the bear. He whimpered in pain and looked at the burns on his arms. They would heal and go away but they really hurt. He took the plushy bear and hugged it to his form. In his head he was thinking<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell am I doing? As well as I need a cigarette. She'd probably freak out majorly though if I smoked a cigarette as a seven year old yet boy do I need one. This whole thing is stressful.</span>He just looked at her curiously. His tears still trailing down his cheeks. He looked around. "This isn't a hospital. Why am I in a hospital gown if I'm not in a hospital?" He was so confused and it wasn't getting any less confusing quickly. "Juice pwease?" He said softly. He always said please that way until he turned ten. It made him make a face behind the bear he now held to his face. He lowered the bear and blinked a bit. The tears slowly starting to dry up. He moved and scooted closer to her. Tenatively leaning into her. His older self would have been blushing but his kid self didn't care either way. Looking at her. "Popcorn?" He had never had popcorn...ever. "I don't know what that is." He said sadly. Hugging the bear tighter.