"You too," he whispers back, before grabbing a crutch and quietly hobbling off to the kitchen.

He doesn't go too fancy, since he doesn't have a lot. He's been ordering a lot of food the past few days. But he makes some scrambled eggs, some toast, and cuts up some fruit.

He looks at the assembled food thoughtfully. There's no way he can carry that stuff. But he has a poke around and finds some lunch boxes, which he puts the food on. Then he puts the boxes in a bag, along with a carton of orange juice, and two glasses.

It's not as fancy as carrying it in on a tray, but darn it, he's determined.

So after a little bit, he sits back down on the bed and starts unpacking from the bag.