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Neela looked in the window of the room. Leah was sitting up in the bed with her dark hair gently sprawled over her shoulders. Ray was right at her side in a chair. They seemed rather serious and quiet at first, but they soon broke out into laughter. They look so happy, Neela thought to herself. She had never seen Ray smile that deeply before.

Leah noticed Neela standing in the door and nodded to her while still speaking to her cousin. He turned his head to see his girlfriend almost forcing a smile. He got up and walked out to her.

"Hey," he said, and gently kissed her for only about half a second. "I was about to go get her something across the street. I would go to the cafeteria, but she's already not feeling well and I don't particularly want to poison her," he told Neela sarcastically. She managed to slightly giggle at the truth of Ray's statement.

"I've been meaning to come check on her," she said. "I'll stay with her while you go."

Neela couldn't tell him right now. She didn't want to hurt him after his sudden cheerfulness. She couldn't even bear to talk to Leah about it yet. She would just stay and speak to her for a while. Only until Ray got back. Then Maybe she would bring herself to tell him.

Neela walked into the room grinning at Leah. Leah attempted to smile back, but a worried look crept over her face. Her only once before happiness was suddenly fear. She looked down at the blanket covering her.

"You know, don't you?" she whispered to Neela.

"Know what?" Neela's heart began to beat faster. I'm not good with kids. I can't handle to talk about so serious a problem.

"You know. I'm sure you know. Don't tell Ray. I've already worried him enough." Leah responded.

Neela organized her thoughts, and then explained them to the child. "Leah, you have scars on the bones of your arm. That means it has been broken before, but by someone purposely…" I can't do this. I should call a social worker, Neela voiced under her breath.

Apparently, Leah heard. At least she heard the words "social worker."

"No. Please don't get too many people into this. I'll tell everyone about it later: Ray, the social worker, anyone else interested, but right now I'm happy. I haven't been this way in a long time. Just let me stay here with my cousin for a while. Please." Leah's eyes filled with tears, and with a blink two of them slipped down her reddening face.

Neela leaned into Leah, pulling her into a warm and caring embrace. At least there was one thing she was good at: hugs.