The singing ...
There was so much singing then.

Kim lay in her hospital bed, completely devastated. Her life had just been taken away from her.

She remembered back to her childhood. She remembered waking up in the morning and seeing the sunrise, and being so happy that she sang. She remembered doing homework and singing to help herself think. She remembered hearing about her Great-aunt Lisa's death, and singing to help herself get over it. For every emotion she ever had, she had a song, so for her, her career choice wasn't a problem at all: she was going to sing.

And this was my pleasure, too ...

She remembered the freedom she felt when she was singing. It was like growing wings and flying ... soaring on the high notes, twirling, spinning. It brought her to her own world where there were no longer any limits, just the beauty of the music coming out of her.

We all sang, the voice in the fields.
The chapels were full of singing, always singing.

Every week she would look forward to choir practice. It was the one time when she could forget about all of the hardships of her life. It was almost like she had a split personality because she was a totally different person when she was at choir: bright, social, vibrant, smiling ...

She loved it. She loved singing, and she loved spending time with others who loved singing just as much as she did.

Here I lie ...

But those days were gone now. Her voice was gone. Never again would she escape to her own world of music. Never again would she experience the wonder of expressing herself with her singing. It was gone.

As if in a decidedly feudal attempt, Kim opened her mouth and breathed in, but when she tried to sing, all that came out was air ... no sound, just air.

Just as a stray tear streaked down her face, she heard a soft cry from beside her.

I have had pleasure enough,

There, beside her bed, was a tiny baby, now crying softly for her mother, her face crinkled up in a frown. She picked the baby up and held her in her arms, rocking her back and forth.

The baby stopped crying and looked up at Kim. It almost looked as if this little baby understood what she was feeling ... the pain and frustration of not having a voice.

With the little girl's intent stare came a sudden sensation in her throat. Something was happening, she realized, something miraculous. Another tear dropped down her cheek as she looked down at the infant.

"Thank you," she said as she kissed the baby girl on the forehead and laid her back down in the bassinet.

I have had singing.


I just had to write a fic about this. It just touched me so much. Definitely the best part of Tuesday's episode, in my opinion.