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Rebecca had put off the task of separating from the girls to go to the hospital for as long as she could. She knew it was important, to be seen out in public, especially at the hospital where she had been known to volunteer. The town was so small that the hospital was desperate for volunteers, so many people were injured and they needed as many hands as they could have just to keep the waiting rooms clear of check-ups and secondary visits following the initial rush the weekend of the storm. Becca knew what she was truly worried about, and it wasn’t any unsightly wound or catchable-cold. She was worried she would see Willa out and about in the town. She was worried the come-to-life woman would show her face out of nowhere, and she would be forced to say something to her. The thought brought bile to Becca's throat, and her stomach twisted in ferociously anxious knots. She thought about heading to the hospitals day-care, nipping the girls, and heading for home. But she’d only been out of the house for an hour. She pushed herself to continue down the hospital corridor, passing out the meals on the cart she’d been given.
She was down to one last tray, and so she approached the door at the end of the hall as she had with all the previous ones, and gently rapped her knuckles on the worn wood. She heard a faint ‘come in’, which prompted her to push open the door and enter after the cart she pushed. She knelt, getting the final tray, and then stood, eyeing the patient for the first time since she had walked in. She smiled gently, trying not to let a frightened look of familiarity too obviously grace her features as she neared the bedside of the woman she had spoken to in the coffee shop only days before. “Senna? Is that you?”