Female Novel
Chapter 155
Leaving Claude's place, Morwenna hadn’t much else on her plate for the day.
She thought it might be nice to drop by The Hetfield Group and surprise Stuart with a packed lunch.Yet, memories of last night made her hesitant; she was usually straightforward, but could be shy attimes too.
With time to spare, Morwenna decided to visit Keira at the hospital. She picked up some fresh fruitand hopped on her bike, pedaling her way to the healthcare facility.
Upon entering Keira's room, Morwenna found her sipping on some chicken soup. The joy in Keira’seyes was almost tangible as she saw her friend. “Wenna, what brings you here? Have you eatenyet? How have you been? I... I...”
Keira's excitement made her words tumble over each other.
With a chuckle, Morwenna replied, “I’ve eaten, just came to check on you.”
The room was clean and airy, Keira looked well cared for, with neatly trimmed nails and a thermoswithin easy reach.
Morwenna had planned just a quick visit, but noticing Keira hastily finishing her soup and thenlooking expectantly at her, she suggested, “How about we go out for a bit?”
Keira nodded eagerly, and a smiling nurse brought over a wheelchair.
As Morwenna pushed Keira out of the hospital, she couldn’t help but ask, “Doesn’t the nurse takeyou out often?”
“Every day,” Keira quickly replied.
Morwenna wanted to say, ‘Then why do you look like you haven’t been out in ages?’ But knowingKeira’s timid nature, she held back.
Instead, Morwenna took Keira to a local free park. Explaining her choice, she said, “It's not that I’mstingy or anything, but with your health situation, you wouldn't exactly enjoy a theme park. The paidparks are expensive and the scenery isn’t much different.”
Keira was quick to agree, “Yeah, this place is lovely.”novelbin
Cheered by her friend's agreement, Morwenna pushed her around. “There’s a huge fish in the pondhere. If you call its name, it comes out. It eats everything – fish food, bread, even doughnuts, it’s notpicky.”
“Really? That sounds fun.”
They roamed around, and even when Morwenna pointed out some wildflowers saying they lookedbetter than the ones in botanical gardens, Keira agreed wholeheartedly.
After spending the afternoon together and sharing a dinner, it was nearly dark when Morwennareturned Keira to the hospital. Before leaving, she pulled a handmade hair clip from her canvas bag– a delicately crocheted piece with a red bow.
Handing it over, Morwenna said, “I made this for you.”
Keira’s face lit up with surprise, “For me?”
“Yeah, you gave me a hair clip last time, so this is a return gift. I just hope you like it.”
“I love it! It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.” Keira immediately replaced her fancy headband withthe red crocheted clip.
For Keira, who had received countless impersonal gifts over her nineteen years, this was the firstthat truly touched her heart. She looked at Morwenna, slightly stumbling over her words, “Does itlook good?”
“It looks beautiful,” Morwenna assured her, smiling warmly as they shared a moment of genuinefriendship.