159: Thanks just for saying it with your mouth?

Amelia Clarke had been emotionally stable since yesterday, never succumbing to the despair and loud grief that some did, nor displaying the heartless indifference of others.

She felt sad, quietly shedding tears, a bit of feigned strength in her demeanor, yet this façade only made her more pitiable.

Owen Moreland walked over, sat down beside Amelia Clarke, and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch soft, "What were you just thinking about?"

Amelia leaned on him, "I was wondering when I can be discharged. I miss Mason."

Owen wrapped his arm around the slender frame of the girl and took her small hand. Perhaps it was due to the chill of the hospital room, but her hand was cold to the touch.

"You can leave once you're feeling a bit better," he said while warming her hand.

Amelia: "I feel better already."