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

“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.

“Easy, brother,” Snake said.

Dale looked at Jessica. “Ma’am, I need to get back to my room. But… if you want, you could bring him by to visit? If it helps?”

Jessica was already nodding. “Yes. God, yes. Whatever helps him. You’re the first person who’s gotten through to him since we got here.”

Dale carefully transferred Emmett back to his mother. The toddler started to fuss, reaching for Dale. “Dale. Dale. Dale.”

“I know, buddy,” Dale said, his voice gentle. “But I’m real tired. That medicine makes me sleepy. You understand being tired, right?”

Emmett nodded, his lip trembling.Continue reading…