Equally as strange was how many things remained unchanged. A hospital never changed. Maybe technology changed or staff changed but at its core a hospital was a place where one faced the bare essence of being human, life and death, gain and loss, every emotion here had a corresponding side. A yin and yang. The last time she entered a hospital she lost. Maybe the universe would balance itself out and give her a gain. Though almost two decades had passed since that day, the passing time didn’t change the hurt. After running through a maze of corridors, she finally caught sight of fluorescent green and ran toward the woman she considered her friend before she lied. “Willow.” Jade held her hand out. Even with everything, she encompassed her with love and Willow held on and waited for her to deliver her fate. “Nan is still in the emergency room. They’re evaluating her, she’s alive.” Jade held her tight. “Slate has Jeb at the gallery.” “Thank you for finding her.” She hid her face in Jade’s shoulder, partly for comfort, partly from shame.
