Recognition
Garrus hated hospitals. They were sterile and smelled of medicines and sick people. It wasn't a place he would ever want to die in but if the doctors were able keep his mother alive in this building, he couldn't argue.
Solana let him enter the room first. Garrus hesitantly approached his mother who was lying in a bed, swathed in delicate white sheets. As he expected, she was hooked up to machines of all sorts that gave off different readings for her doctors. Her eyes were closed. Garrus thought it would be rude to wake her, but he had to know if she still remembered him.
Gently he took her hand in his. At this moment, his mother's eyes opened slowly. Her head turned ever so slightly. Her eyes – emerald like Solana's – gazed into his. Garrus waited – waited for her to speak first.
"Garrus" she said, her voice barely audible "You're home".
"Yeah. I needed to come and see you. I'm sorry for everything" Garrus said.
"Don't be sorry, my love. I'm glad you're here. I wanted to see you one last time before I forget who you are" his mother said softly.
If turians could cry, Garrus knew he would be that now. Instead he just held his mother's hand, sat by her bedside and reminisced with her.