“Hi,” the girl squeaked back. It was small and tired but didn’t make her sound like a child, or at least younger than him. That, he thought, would have ended him… a tiny child being… no, he couldn’t put himself through that despite where she rested in the room and how. Instead he worked on what he could handle and that was standing in that one spot, his backside glued to the wall.
Her voice sounded raspy and dry as she tried to tell him it was alright and that she was getting better.
“What’s your, um, name?” Daniel tried to ask.
She just said she was getting better. Better… as if seeing her in bandages as she was made him feel better for her. He frowned at the thought about what was worse...
“Oliv...ia,” she struggled to say, which made him want to chase her name down for her.
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