Fauna knew her condition couldn't be conquered on her own, so once she regained a bit of her strength, she checked herself into a hospital. The therapy, the support network they had in groups, and the doctor's advice had already helped her leaps and bounds. She had put on some weight, found some energy, and her spirits had began to lift. Though there was only one thing that was truly helping her, Trusty. His company was the best medicine. He saw her daily. She looked forward to seeing him appear in her doorway. His eyes lighting up when they feel on her. He could see her improving, and they lit up just a bit more every day. He knew she would conquer this. And his positive attitude helped her work even harder towards getting better. The nurse walked in, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. Fauna still needed help into the wheelchair her ankle was broken pretty badly still. But with her condition improving, her body began to finally repair itself. After a bit of struggle to get dressed in something warm, she finally sat in the wheelchair. The cold air filled her lungs when the doors opened to the courtyard. She loved the feeling, the fresh air, and being somewhere other than the room. The nurse handed Fauna her book and a little remote with a nurse call button on it. Fauna thanked her quietly and opened the book. She may be an adult, but she will never outgrow fairy tales. As she got caught in the stories, she didn't hear the doors open again. The footsteps fell silently in the snow. It wasn't until he was right beside her that she realized he was there. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile, "Oh, Trusty, you're early!" Her hand found his and she laced her fingers with his.Â