He used colored contact lenses, a fake mustache and a wig to disguise himself. That combined with a white coat, stetoscope and fake hospital ID was all it took for him to be able to see her. It was the only way that he could check up on her. Make sure she was okay and maybe say that he was sorry.
He quietly turns the handle to her room and slips in. It is late at night. She should be asleep. If she is, he doesn't want to disturb her. He just wants to see her. The moonlight is streaming into her room through the window. It bathes her skin in a blueish, palish tinge. Her hair fans across the pillow as she lies asleep on her side. He draws closer to study her features. He has never seen her asleep. She looks young. Innocent. Peaceful.
He finds a chair next to her bed and carefully takes a seat. He sits and studies her features for ages, then finally works up the courage to whisper to her. "Sara?". "Sara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you". She doesn't stir. He knows that he cannot stay much longer. He has risked too much already. "Sara, I have to go, but I'll come back. I promise. We'll talk. I'll explain everything. Tell you all you want to know. Just, … please… don't be mad at me. Please Sara". He bends over her and gently pushes some of her hair behind her ear. She stirs somewhat, but doesn't wake. Content that she is okay, he turns and walks out of her room, gently closing the door behind him.
She wakes to find the sun streaming into her room. She woke at four to the sound of the nurses scuttling in and out, but fell back asleep. She is strangely at peace, but still feels the sting of deception and betrayel Michael has left on her. The sun takes some of the winter chill away. If only it could relieve the chill of Michael's betrayel. She turns onto her back, wanting to get some water from the stand next to the bed when something red catches her eye. She reaches out and gently lifts the object with her fingers.
She gasps. A red origami flower – perfectly formed. All her anger evaporates. Michael? "Are you okay?" she whispers to herself. He has to be. Only he would leave this for her. He came back for her. He was here. A smile crosses her features. He's okay and he came back.
