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She had a small stack of napkins next to her and she was writing on another. She glanced up, looking thoughtful. "Wow. You all came here."
The whole group returned to Fina's hospital room a while later. Theresa knocked on the door. "Fina?" "Come in!" she called, sounding preoccupied.
(Zoop?)
She just watched him, bewildered and embarrassed, sitting up slightly in the bed. “I am fond of you too,” she replied quietly after a moment, her...
Her flush took over her entire face, giving him confirmation; this time, she understood. “You will?”
She flushed lightly, looking up at him curiously. “...what do you mean?”
She looked up, fiddling with her nails nervously. “Yes?”
Her face fell but she nodded, setting her hands down. “Oh. Okay, then...”
“Oh. Well, don’t worry. I’m not dead. There’s no cause for concern. I’m sorry to have made you worry.”
“In general,” she repeated slowly. “I care about your wellbeing too. Are you okay? What’s going on?”
She frowned, tilting her head. She folded her hands, considering him. “Because I was in a coma? You know that those things rarely last more than...
She tilted her head curiously, her brows furrowed. “That’s sweet. Thank you for looking out for me, but you really don’t need to worry. No one...
“Yeah, well,” she said, trailing off. “It is what it is. Are you okay? You seem... off. I was surprised to see you come in.”
“I prefer to think of it as pity,” she said with a small shrug. “Or necessity.”
She laughed, beaming at him. “Thanks, Cass. Nothing like a good old fashioned coma to make you admit that you’re friends with a loser, huh?”
She looked over at him. “Me too. Thank you for coming to check on me; you didn’t have to do that.”
She blinked, frowning. “I don’t remember,” she confessed with a small sigh. “I just... I remember walking down the hall. That’s it.”
She looked over at him with a small smile, leaning back again the pillows. “Not in a coma. That’s been nice. How are you?”
She looked up blearily from writing on a napkin, her warm brown eyes squinting before widening happily. “Cas, hey!”
Fina was in her hospital bed, lying back on her pillows. The room, for the moment, was empty; her family had departed to go change and shower.
