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.

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

can

is a strong man, and he took it from

burst into laughter

asked, giving her a

answer, as her laugh got harder. And seeing her cracking up like that, caused me to laugh

funny?” She fixed

dad gaped at her.

time when we went camping and you got chased by bees,” my mother reminded him.

bees.” He

tone, taunting

out of

continued laughing, but I rolled my eyes, not giving her the playful mode. “Mom, you got to stop laughing. Time’s not on my

laughter. “We should get going then. But have do you

know, but he stormed out of the

she raised an eyebrow.

and walked out of

I could hear her screaming

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ARIEL’S POV

and the faint murmurs of nurses outside the door created a dull backdrop to my thoughts, which were

condition.

when it happened. He was rushed to a room by

at me.

I furrowed my brow in confusion, wondering where the festive sounds could be coming from in such a somber place. Then,

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

widened in surprise as the musicians began to play, their infectious

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