145 JOYFUL NOTES

ANDRE’S POV

I stood still, eyes fixed on my mother as she walked up to me. I was supposed to go pay Ariel a visit at the hospital, cause I had a feeling she would be there. Now I was being delayed by my parents. Just great, I was the one who brought this upon myself. I woke up, got ready for work, forgetting that about Ariel.

“You’re going to work?” My mother asked, she had gotten a little bit closer to me.

“Yes. But I’ll be going to the hospital first to see how Ariel and Luke are doing.”

“Oh right. We should go and see them, don’t you think?”

“You want to come along?”

“Yes, of course. Ariel is like a daughter to me, so I really need to check up on her.”

“Okay then, we can start leaving now.”

“Woah woah woah, young man. Not so fast” my mother spoke, and I gave her a curious look.

“Anything?”

“Yes, I thought you were wounded last night.” She crossed her arms.

“Yes. Yes I was,” I responded.

“And you’re feeling better now?”

“Yes,” I answered and let out a sigh. “I am feeling better now,” I added. Honestly, when I woke up this morning, took my bath, and put on my clothes, I totally forgot I got some scars on my body. Like, it wasn’t even painful. It was like nothing happened last night.

“Are you sure about that?” My mother gave me a skeptical look.

in. “Can’t you see

can

strong man, and he took it from his

into laughter

asked, giving her a puzzled face.

as her laugh got harder. And seeing her

just so funny?” She fixed her

gaped at

went camping and you got

those weren’t no ordinary bees.”

with her elfish tone, taunting him. “Oh tell me more

out of here.”

playful

laughter. “We should get going then. But have

but he stormed out of the house last

that?” she raised an

and walked out of the

wait for me!” I could hear

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ARIEL’S POV

uncomfortable plastic chair, gazing out the window at the dreary cityscape beyond. The beeping of machines and the faint murmurs of nurses outside the door created a

condition.

at the hospital when it happened. He was rushed to a room by the nurses, and doctors. Now I just

at me.

growing louder with each passing moment. I furrowed my brow in confusion, wondering where the festive sounds could be coming from in such a somber place. Then, as if materializing out of thin air, a group of Mexican

polished leather boots. They carried guitars, trumpets, and maracas, their fingers flying expertly over the strings and keys, producing a cacophony of

as the musicians began to play, their infectious

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