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.

course Elizabeth,” my father chimed in. “Can’t you see how

can

and he took it

burst into laughter

asked, giving her a puzzled face. “I’m strong,

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

so funny?” She fixed her hand on

dad gaped at her.

we went camping and you got

bees.” He tried to

taunting him. “Oh tell me more about it.”

know what? I’m out of here.” My dad marched

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

to her laughter. “We should get going then. But have do you perhaps know where

stormed out of the

she raised an eyebrow.

and walked out of the

I could hear

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ARIEL’S POV

my 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 dull

condition.

was rushed

at me.

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 musicians burst into the room, their vibrant energy filling the sterile space with

guitars, trumpets, and maracas, their fingers flying expertly over the strings and keys, producing a cacophony of joyful

surprise as the musicians

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