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.

chimed in. “Can’t you see how he’s standing and talking boldly?”

I can see

man, and he took it from

into

giving her a puzzled face. “I’m strong, right? Bold like

seeing

so funny?” She fixed her hand on his shoulder.

dad gaped at

we went camping and you got chased by bees,” my

those weren’t no ordinary bees.” He

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

of

playful mode. “Mom, you

But have do you perhaps know

but he stormed out

that?” she raised

and walked out of

wait for me!” I could hear

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ARIEL’S POV

beyond. The beeping of machines and the faint murmurs of nurses outside the door created a dull backdrop to my thoughts, which were heavy with worry and exhaustion. I had been

condition.

He was rushed to

at me.

festive sounds could be coming from in such a somber place.

Western movies, the musicians sported wide–brimmed hats, embroidered shirts, and polished leather boots. They carried guitars, trumpets, and maracas, their fingers

eyes widened in surprise as the

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