Two slow blinks.

I pulled Theodore closer and wrapped the edge of his blue blanket around his back.

The old radiator in the corner gave a wet hiss and sputtered a small puddle of water onto the rug.

“I need to know if you can move your left hand,” I whispered.

He blinked twice, fast and sharp.

A pair of leather soles struck the hardwood floor out in the hallway.

The steps were quick, heavy on the heels, and headed straight for the master suite.