Prim found herself staring up at the bright ceiling when she opened her eyes.

“Primrose.” Egan was holding her hand, and squeezing it. 

She turned to him, and smiled sadly at his disheveled appearance. She caressed his cheek, and he kissed the palm of her hand.

“How are you doing?” He asked, “Does anywhere hurt?”

“I fainted?” She asked, looking around the private hospital ward they were in.

“Yes.” He responded. “The doctor will come in soon with the results.” ...