What is really behind Michael’s plea to the man?

My arms were aching and my skin was stinging. Dust and pollen clogged my nose and throat. I crawled through the weeds, dug down into the earth, slashed and pulled at the stems. I dreamed of the baby crawling out here. She was strong and she kept on giggling and pointing at the birds. Then I saw how close to the garage I had crawled and I thought of the man in there, how he just sat there, how he seemed to be just waiting to die. I stood up and went to the garage door. I stood listening. There was nothing but the usual scuttling and scratching. ‘You can’t just sit there! I called. ‘You can’t just sit there like you’re waiting to die!’ There was no answer. I stood listening. ‘You can’t!’ I said No answer.