Being held feels nice. Really nice. The hug makes him feel a little better, somehow. Slightly braver. Less alone.

But when Nancy mentions the hospital his eyes go wide and he pulls away. "No! I can't go back there. I can't," he pleads. "Don't make me go back there." He doesn't mention why. He did something terrible and if Nancy knew, she wouldn't help him. She'd probably even call the police to take him to jail. The boy doesn't know much, but he knows where people go when they've hurt others. Killed others.