It was hard sitting there in the hospital room. Phil had come out and told us that Dan was going to be okay but none of could really believe it. We weren't allowed to go in and see him because, well I really didn't know why we couldn't. We all followed the rules though.
The only person who went in occasionally was Phil. He would go in without saying a word and come out even more silent. He would just sit in the chair facing the window and not talk to any of us. Dan was never going to be the same. I'm guessing this meant their friendship was never going to be the same either.
I was sitting next to Louise who had obviously been sobbing before Alfie and I arrived. Everyone was just very sullen and I didn't like the mood of the room. After a few minutes of feeling throughly depressed in the room I stood up and spoke.
"Dan's going to be okay, we should celebrate and play a game or something." Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. "Or not, that's cool too," I mumbled sitting down again.
"I thought it was a good idea Little One," Alfie said whispering in my ear.
"Little One?" I asked turning towards him. Alfie had never called me anything like that before but I liked the ring of it. "Where did that come from?"
"Made it up I guess," he said with a shrug.
"I like it," I said with a grin.
"I'm glad," he said softly kissing me on the nose. Even in the darkest of moments some things can brighten them a little.
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