Willow.
The clinic was quieter than I expected. That eerie, and sterile kind of quiet that usually meant someone was in pain or about to be or uhm, dead. But as I walked deeper into the building following the faint scent of antiseptics and the echo of soft voices, I quickly realized that wasn't the case today.
There was laughter ahead and it wasn’t a normal one but a full bodied laughter. I slowed my pace and rounded the corner only to find James propped up on a clinic bed like royalty on his throne.
His feet wetr tucked under the blanket but everything else about him screamed relaxed luxury. In front of him was an array of food way more than anyone in recovery should be allowed. Not that he was ever sick in the first place.
Bowls of fruits, bread rolls, a tall glass of some kind o
