After a week in the Hospital Wing, Al was beginning to go totally stir crazy. The fall out of the tree had broken a few bones and given him a concussion that he had overheard Madam Fontaine telling another teacher was the worst she had ever seen. Getting lots of sleep should have been a bonus to the downtime, but after years of little sleep each night, Al knew it was a bad sign.
So, when he awoke to the dark room, he knew he was finally on the road to getting better. Sitting up, he leaned over to grab a watch off his bedside table to check the time. Two a.m. As he looked back up he caught sight of a figure curled up in the chair beside his bed. Not James, as he had expected, but instead someone smaller and familiar in a completely different way. It was a face he hadn’t seen the entire week he had been there, but one he had secretly been looking for. Reaching out a leg, he gently kicked the sleeping girl and whispered her name. “Emma.”
