Alison crept quietly into the hospital room, peering over the bouquet at the elven woman asleep in the bed. There weren’t any of the nasty tubes or needles that she’d been expecting, but she wasn’t any less scared.
Sitara’s eyes snapped open as the little girl got close, making her jump a little. The woman gave her a smile, which helped Alison collect what was left of her bravery.
“I…I brought you some flowers. Mommy says they help people get better.”
The woman took the bouquet and inhaled deeply before giving her an even bigger smile and a ‘thank you’ that sounded as if she had something stuck in her throat.
“My mommy says that you’re a mommy too, but that your little girl was taken away from you. She said that you were really sad about that, and that you might really like to have me come visit you.”
The woman’s eyes were all wet now. Alison didn’t know if that meant she should stop talking or not, but she was too curious not to continue.
“I’m the little girl that was taken away from you, aren’t I?”, she asked. The tears rolling down Sitara’s face confirmed the answer. “I’d like to come visit lots. But… would it be ok if I stayed with my Mommy? She’s really sad about Daddy dying, and I really think she needs me.”
The woman in the bed didn’t seem to be able to say anything, so Alison gave her a long hug. As she stood up, the tears seemed to have gotten better.
“I have to go now”, she said. “I promised I would look after Jacob during Daddy’s funeral. I’ll come see you again soon, kay?”
As she left the room, she turned back.
“I hope you feel better soon. Your aura still looks really sad.”