They took me to another room that they had arranged for me so that Felia could recover her room, even so the new room was comfortable, and they were treating me very well, the stitches they had to put in my left side and in my back were pulling me a little, so they asked me to move a little, but in one of my movements with Helen in the jar one of them came loose, although the wound did not open, so when she was free I had thought of asking her to saturate it for me again.
-Gran, can I have a word?
Lay peeked out the door a little shyly, which I found unusual.
-Of course, Lay, come lie down next to me.
Lay sat down next to me on the bed without any hesitation.
-Gran me... I didn't get a chance to thank you properly... Thank you... thank you... you don't know... you don't know... what this means to me.
Lay hugged me tightly, she wasn't crying, but she was a little distressed.
