"Hey... Trucy... The docs told me... about..." He pales and swallows hard. "...About your condition... so... you probably don't remember me but... I came to check on you since... s-since I'm really worried..." There's silence as he sits there, unsure if he can glance up and even look at her face without quaking. "...How are you feeling...?"
This man was nervous, that she could see, but was he scared too? He was shaking and stammering too much for her to read him properly. As he struggled to speak, she sat there in her bed just observing him. He looked like Papa but there were many differences. That scar on his neck, the way he was uncertain about himself, even his hair though the biggest difference would have to be his eyes. While her father’s eyes were a strong and stern greyish blue, his was a pinkish colour.
It took her a while to realize that he asked her a question. Quietly replaying what he said in her head, she nodded to him. “I’m doing well.” She told him, giving the young man a smile. “I would have to say you’re correct, mister. I don’t remember you but you do look like someone I would know.” Like her father, she thought.
"I’m Trucy, but… heh, since you’re here, you know who I am. Can you tell me who you are, mister?"