Biker Held The Screaming Toddler For 6 Hours When Nobody Else Could Calm Him Down

Emmett patted Dale’s chest, where the rumbling sound came from. “More.”

Dale laughed—a real laugh—and started the motorcycle rumble again. Emmett smiled. It was small, but it was there. The first smile his parents had seen in four days.

Jessica woke up at the sound of Dale’s voice. For a moment, she looked confused. Then she remembered. Her son wasn’t screaming. She’d slept for—she checked her phone—three and a half hours. Solid, uninterrupted sleep.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “You held him the whole time?”

“Wasn’t any trouble,” Dale said, but his voice was weaker now. Six hours in a chair while getting chemo had taken its toll. “Kid just needed to feel safe.”

Emmett looked at his mother, then back at Dale, then said: “Dale stay.”

Jessica’s eyes filled with tears. Emmett rarely spoke. His autism made verbal communication hard. But he’d said Dale’s name. He’d asked him to stay.

“Buddy, I gotta go back to my room,” Dale said gently. “But your mama’s right here. And she’s rested now. She can help you.”

“No,” Emmett said firmly, gripping Dale’s vest tighter. “Dale stay.”

Dale stood up slowly, with Emmett still in his arms. Six hours in a chair while getting chemo had destroyed him. His legs barely worked. Snake had to catch him before he fell.Continue reading…