This is quite a fluffy chapter, I wanted to get this part in though! Thank you all very much for the reviews! :)
Nicki's Point Of View
My last day in hospital was finally approaching, and of course I wanted nothing better to be out of there and at home. The nurses were nice and so were the other patients that I met, but I had been in hospital too much throughout my life. Besides, there wasn't very much to do when you don't have visitors, hence why I'd read almost a dozen books since being admitted.
"Nicki, we've got a visitor for you." Gladys informed me, and I glanced at the clock. It was 11am on a Thursday, so Tom would be teaching. "Shall I invite her in?"
"Yes, please." I laid my current book on the table next to me and looked up at the door. The woman who entered looked around thirty, and she had long, wavy brown hair and brown eyes. She was familiar... very familiar. Suddenly, it clicked.
"Immy?" I asked tentatively.
"Nicki!" She smiled, looking relieved.
"I can't believe you're here!" I grinned. "It's been... what, eighteen years?"
"Yes. I saw you on the news, and I thought- that just has to be Nicki. When it was reported that you had been found, I managed to find out which hospital you were in, and... here I am!"
"Wow! You're all grown up- I last saw you when you were twelve, thirteen?"
"More grown up than you would think. I live near Wigan with my husband, Jared, and two kids- Hannah and Joseph. You'll have to come and meet them."
I shook my head. "I can't believe that my little sister is married with kids."
"I can hardly believe it myself sometimes. What about you? Have you got a special man in your life?"
"Yes, but it's early days." I admitted. "We've talked about moving in with each other, and hopefully it'll happen soon, but I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Some day, Nicki, you'll get that white wedding you used to draw." Imogen grinned cheekily.
"You still remember that?!" I was shocked. "Sadly, I've changed. I'm not that girly any more. Yet I bet you're still as girly as you ever were."
"You would be correct there. And you wouldn't believe just how pink my little girl's room is!"
"Let me guess... very?"
As I talked to Imogen, I couldn't believe how much she'd blossomed into a confident young woman. However, underneath she was still the sweet little sister I used to know. It was amazing to see her again after years of giving up hope of ever finding her- and now, because we only lived half an hour away from each other, we could stay as part of each other's lives.