Flora’s eyes lit up at the sight of Rose and Roman entering her hospital room.
“Morning, Flora,” Rose greeted her softly, bending slightly to offer her the roses they had bought.
Flora smelled them at ease, a small smile stretching her lips.
“Thank you,” she said in a strangled voice, tears springing up to her eyes.
“It was Rose’s idea,” Roman let out simply before dropping onto the chair nearby.
“He’s the one who paid though,” Rose tilted her head in his direction, winking as she did so.
“As he should,” Flora nodded gravely, a faint smile on her face.
“We even got you a fondant,” Rose went on, mirroring her smile. “I hope this will lift your spirits up.”
“Thank you,” Flora let out again, her gratitude showing in her eyes but also in her smile. “Only I want to go home.”
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