one hundred ninety-two. [Honoria, hospitalised.]
It had been a car accident with an outcome frightening but not fatal - a totaled car, and a handful of broken bones. And now Honoria is dozing in her hospital bed, trying to keep the IV out of sight, listening to the Spanish-language channel playing a soap-opera.
She looks up, expecting one of the nurses; she double-takes when she sees Mallorie. “You came, you actually…I didn’t expect…if I knew this is what would bring you back, I’d have done it a long time ago,” she jokes, softly.
Mallorie flinches. “I’m not back, Honoria. I just came here to say goodbye, properly.”
She looks up, expecting one of the nurses; she double-takes when she sees Mallorie. “You came, you actually…I didn’t expect…if I knew this is what would bring you back, I’d have done it a long time ago,” she jokes, softly.
Mallorie flinches. “I’m not back, Honoria. I just came here to say goodbye, properly.”