your friend, but we can go look if you like.”
“Yeah, I'd like that.”

Walking into the hospital was easier this time. It was the same, the overwhelming pressure of pain and emotions pouring down on her, but she was able to push it back, to hold it away from her almost without thinking about it. She moved it away from her, closing it off to where it was only a quiet, distant clamor rather than an overwhelming wave. She caught a glimpse of Elizabet's smile as they walked through the hospital lobby.
Maybe I am learning. Maybe I'm getting better at this.
“They've moved him to the third floor,” Elizabet said as they walked to the elevators. “He's doing fine, last I saw him.”
“You've