The white hallways of the hospital were mostly empty, the ghosts not even bothering to grace their presence. The phone lines buzzed quietly demanded the attention of nurses who were all on a much-needed break after working their double overtime.
In a large pickle colored armchair sat a young girl, one month after her 5th birthday. She sat on the edge of the chair, swinging the legs back and forth in anxiety. Her tiny hands were busy fingering the double braided pigtails that were embossed in braids. She chewed her lip as she stared at the corn colored floor.
Gran had been sick for a long time. Isabella remembered the colorful scarves she would wear on her head, sometimes they would match the circles under her eyes.
Mommy and Daddy were inside with Uncle Floyd, holding her hand. There was a lot of noise and a lot of machines that didn't really sit with Isabella well. Her mother had escorted her out in a hurry. With tears in her eyes, she had ordered her young daughter to sit in the pickle colored chair and not think of moving.
Isabella tried to ignore the horrible pressure to pee.
Pulling her hands off of her braids she rubbed her hands together, trying to create heat. It felt as if the temperature was dropping the more time she spent out here. Maybe she could ask mommy for her sweater. She glanced through the window, crossing her legs and wrapping her arms over her chest instead.
She looked up from her hands and saw a man in front of her. His copper hair flopped onto his forehead, the back of his head was hidden by a white robe that dragged on the floor. But the thing that caught Bella's attention was his eyes.
They were the most pure emerald green.
They looked at her with surprise, meeting her curious brown ones.
The energy crackled between them, somehow tense. Bella didn't understand how she knew, but she knew that he was here for Gran.
"Is she gonna hurt anymore?"
Slowly, he shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers.
She relaxed into the chair, her hand coming up to a braid again. Her eyes trailed down to the floor.
"Good. She shouldn't hurt."
When she looked up again, he was gone, following her mother's wail. Tears pricked at Bella's eyes, knowing the source of her grief. Looking down at the floor, she watched a darker yellow seep across the floor.
A/N: Let me know what you think!