She’d only meant to check on him, only meant to peek her head in and peek her head out, only meant to stand at the doorway and nod in a concerned manner as the nurse told her everything that was wrong so she could be on her way without ever passing the threshold. She saw the stretcher coming in from the game on her way to the library and perhaps if she hadn’t of been so curious she could be studying just like she always was. But her wandering eye got the better of her and she’d seen him: Prince Charming. It was typical. Perhaps it was a stunt. Was this above him? Was this below him? Would he have done this on purpose? All reasonable questions she asked herself as the nurse ushered her forward cooing about how-      since they were friends and all-      she could watch the patient while the trained medical professional caught the rest of the game. For a middle age woman it was with force she pushed a poor Kitty into the bedside seat before scurrying off. Stiffly and with wide eyes would she turn to the boy in the bed swallowing hard and searching for something to say.

“Hello.”