She glanced down at her phone, looking at the number before deciding to answer.
The voice in the other end spoke, "Everything went well, my daughter?"
She smirked slightly. "He just needs a little more 'help', and I'm ready to provide it."
"How long then?"
She frowned at the impatience laced in his tone. "The time I need."
"Our Lord spends a lot of time with that human; do you really want Him to keep wasting His precious time?"
Rolling her eyes, she continued, "I'll have to give him a little incentive then, though even if I do that, it'd be hard. The boy's will isn't shattering for some reason."
There was waiting at the other end; she leaned on the table of one of the cuckoos inside this damned hospital as she waited, taking a french fry from the tray that belonged to someone who has been looking outside the window for two hours already.
