Good Morning, Sunshine
Hunter Lestrade was frowning as she watched her "father" sleep. If Donovan didn't know better, she'd say that the little girl was angry with Lestrade or that the child had seen something unpleasant in the immediate vicinity. She had been up to visit Dimmock already and had also already returned from the visit. Hunter didn't pay her any mind.
The heart monitor's beeping picked up, startling both the girl and the woman in the room and Lestrade shifted, as if breaking out of his week and a half long sleep.
Jumping to her feet, Donovan ran out of the room, yelling for a doctor, nurse, or any medical professional in the immediate area. Hunter watched with earnest as Lestrade's previously still form burst into life, grabbing at tubes and wires in a panic.
He gagged on the tubing used for ventilation and food intake. The little girl pulled her legs up to her chest and watched quietly until the doctors rushed into the room.
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Finally, the doctors deemed the confused detective fit for visitors and Hunter Lestrade was the first to bolt into the room. In all of the fuss around his awakening, the salt circle had been broken and the little girl hopped onto his bed next to him.
Confusion was written all across his face when the little girl rushed in and took a seat on the bed terribly close to him. Greg wondered whose kid she could possibly have been. He was going to speak when someone else entered the room.
The visitor would find a pale-faced inspector sitting up, with support from the hospital bed and with the mysterious little girl cuddling up to him. Lestrade's gaze was fixed on the door as he puzzled through the events before, after, and during his coma. How could he know this one was real?