“You quite well,” Hans told his daughter as walked into the room she were in, setting some papers down on the table that had a plate on it.
“After being on oxygen of course..and eating,”
His brow furrowed, millions of questions were floating in his mind, one thing was the missing skin on his daughters nose, "gjorde du det mot deg selv" >did u do that to yourself> he asked pointing to his own nose to show her what he meant
“No, another patient…” she replied stretching her arms up.
“I’m guessing they dealt with them?”
Aggie nodded, walking over to the table and picking up the paper, “also—why were you on oxygen?” Hans asked
“I suddenly became short of breath..they don’t know why,” Aggie replied, reading over the papers
“Adoption p-papers,” she added, it the words bristled on the end of her tongue, hans sat down at the table and looking at her, as if this will be a hard conversation.
“The court had decided to grant Rob and Ruiri custody of Mali, Rob think it’s for the best—now before you get aggravated with me listen to me, we don’t know how long you are gonna be in here for and Rob doesn’t want Mali going to an orphanage, so wants to adopt Mali, social services think the manor is a suitable home for her, they just need your signature,” Hans explained
Aggie practically dropped into the chair, her head spinning, her chest hurt again, not in the way that it’d be in this situation but that tightness she had being having for weeks, Hans gave her his pen and she stared at it, before writing her name in the correct box,
She gave him his pen back and he tucked it into his pocket alongside the paper, before looking back at his daughter who were now stood up by her bed “Aggie,” he says going over, she suddenly collapsed against him, “HELP!” He yelled, “SOMEONE HELP!”
He held her close, hearing people running down the corridor and in that moment, he know longer felt her breath on his neck…Hans wrapped his arms around her sobbing into her braid, the same braid she always wore.
"Min søte jente, måtte du hvile evig, evig, min lille kriger," > my sweet girl may you rest eternally forever my Little Warrior>
Aggie’s body were taken back to Stavanger for burial days later, Hans remembered giving Ruiri and Rob the paper at the funeral.
"A bheil thu a' tilleadh a dh'Alba?" >you coming back to Scotland?> Ruiri asked him>
Sunniva walked over holding her little niece who had a little black bow on her head
“Of course—but not for a while, I need to be with everyone for a few days,” Hans replied “Mhairi’s mum gonna help you guys?”
"seadh agus mo phàrantan," >yeah and my parents> rob exclaimed
“Good—I like seeing you guys have some support with this and I know you’ll do Aggie and Mhairi proud,” Hans said “I’m sorry you two had to be suddenly pushed into—parenthood,”
"Tha e ceart gu leòr," >hans its fine> Ruiri replied putting his hand on his shoulder.
“Do we know what Aggie died of?” Andres asked coming over
“Broken heart…it weren’t from obvious you guys having Mali, it were from the death of Mhairi, the emotional distress of everything, she had being eating so they didn’t rule it as starvation—heart ache,” Hans replied
“Well I think she’s gonna have a perfect life in Scotland,” Sunniva said, smiling at her niece.
"Thig sinn a chèilidh nuair as urrainn dhuinn, ga neartachadh ann an cultar Nirribhidh," >we'll come and visit when we can, enrich her in Norway's culture> Rob exclaimed as Sunniva gave him Mali back.
