Amelia finished her IV, and the allergic reaction had mostly subsided.
The doctor came by, gave a few brief instructions, and confirmed she could leave now.
Simon glanced at her.
"Can you walk on your own?"
"Yes."
He nodded lightly, and the two left the hospital, one ahead of the other.
On the way back, Amelia leaned against the window, lost in thought.
The streets of Velmira were unusually quiet this late at night.
In the silence, only the soft music playing in the car filled the air.
The music in Simon's car was chosen by Amelia herself.
He enjoyed jazz, while she preferred something more classical.
This particular piece of classical music—it carried a bit of her own subtle intent back then.
She'd hoped Simon might notice her preferences someday.
