
she snorts, relieved that felicia seems to be holding up and getting back to her usual self. ❛ i’m jealous. don’t have kids, ❜ she warns. if someone had told her just a few months ago, that she would be WILLINGLY visiting not just anyone in her least favorite place in the world, but FELICIA HARDY she would have likely laughed in their face. she could hardly come in when it was her own mother on her deathbed. but here she was, sitting comfortably, and actually getting along.
hospital starters ( accepting. )