The manager shifted in her seat, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. The sterile silence of the hospital room pressed down on her, making her feel more and more out of place.
Anabella lay quietly in the bed, her eyes closed now, though the slight tension in her face suggested she wasn't asleep. The manager glanced at the wall clock and decided it was time to leave.
"Well, Anabella," she began, her voice a little too cheerful in an effort to mask her discomfort, "I think I've taken up enough of your time. You need to rest, and I shouldn't be in the way."
Anabella opened her eyes and gave her a small, polite smile. "Thank you for coming. And for everything else."
The manager stood and hesitated for a moment, unsure if there was more she should say.
