Her Home, His Heart | ✓

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 ♪♪ When the road looks rough ahead

And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed

You just remember what your old pal said

Boy, you've got a friend in me. ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [You've got a friend in me] - [Randy Newman]

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   By the next day, she didn't want to wake up at all. What was the use of waking to face a world where she was alone and no one knew her? If only she could move her body, she'd have opted to jump off the roof to escape the cruel fate she had but she couldn't and so all she could do was stay still and shut her eyes tightly.

And the hospital staff had a very different agenda for her as they spiralled into her room one after the other to make sure she was comfortable and had food.

The nurse who held her hand had even sent a physiotherapist to help her with her hands and neck so she could move more. And despite her wish, they forced her to live through another day.

As the physiotherapist finished her session with her, the nurse and the doctor walked into the room.

Petra dragged Kian into the room that morning to check up on the patient. After they had left her alone the previous day, they were both worried, but he only followed Petra into the room of the patient because he had a checkup to do.

Going to find out how the patient was taking the news and trying to comfort her wasn't his job and the moment he started doing something that wasn't his job, he was going to get too personal. That was a luxury he couldn't afford, not again.

"Hey." Petra greeted her with a cheery voice and a smile. She moved to the right side of the bed.

That the patient was sitting up now was a significant improvement, and Petra was pleased about that.

"Good morning, how do you feel?" Kian asked her. Despite the state of the question, he told himself he only wanted to know how she was physically feeling, not emotionally.

"I'm o.. okay," she responded. Her low-pitched voice still cracking a bit, but clearer than the previous day.

The patient watched the smile on the nurse's face turn into a grin.

"Oh, I love your voice." The nurse commented and the patient couldn't help the small smile that popped on her lips. She couldn't understand why the nurse loved her voice, but she felt grateful for the compliment even though she didn't remember fully how she even looked like.

Kian watched the patient smile at the compliment. It wasn't like the grateful smile she gave Petra the day before; it wasn't a full smile, but it was a smile that showed more of the dimples in her cheeks. It caught his attention as it lit up her face in a way that almost had him forgetting she was a patient.

But he couldn't forget that she was in a hospital gown. After all, he had come there for the checkup. That was not something to forget.

He cleared his throat and switched to business. "I'll do your checkup now." 

The faster he did that, the faster he would be out of there.

The patient gave the doctor a nod. The smile slipped from her face at the remembrance of what she was. The faster they did the checkup, the faster they would leave her alone in her world of dread.