Malou hadn’t been able to tend to Fallon when they brought her in, she was too closely tied to the patient and there was a code of ethics about that. Instead she had allowed her coworkers the courtesy of taking care of her best friend, of trusting them to do their jobs. She’d waited for scraps of news and an opening to see Fallon on her break.

Fallon’s room had been busy with nurses, healers, and ministry officials and Malou, never being one to push herself into a conversation or situation and draw attention to herself had demonstrated a wonderful display of patience until she could slip into Fallon’s room at long last. She had been able to catch a glimpse of her friend when they brought her in, had read up on the injuries, but had not yet actually seen Fallon.

Stepping into the room Malou tried to be quiet in case Fallon was trying to sleep. She had reasoned that she could simply sit by Fallon’s bed rather than scolding her if she was, but seeing Fallon awake Malou couldn’t help but rush to her. “Fallon!” Her quiet voice exclaimed in relief tears edging into it, as she sagged into a chair beside the bed, her hand grasping Fallon’s own bandaged hand gently. “I’ve been so worried.”