The smile was enough for Miguel. He had no idea what she had said, really, but it was a question, and he could guess the nature of it. Returning her smile, he held out the flower.
"Hola. For you." It wasn't really a romantic gesture. It had seemed like an appropriate thing to do to wish her a speedy recovery and good luck.
Miguel had spent the entire distance between his room and hers reciting his little speech, but now that the moment was at hand, he found himself a little tongue-tied. Holding his hand out a few inches with the palm of his hand facing inwards and tilted slightly so that he could read it, he read, slowly, "I wish to know that you are okay."
It was the most awkward sentence in the world, but Miguel lifted his eyes with a childish sort of pride. It was just a little sentence, but he was pleased that he had said it, nonetheless, and he truly had no idea how strange it sounded.