It was at that time a faint knock on the door sounded. A second later it was pushed open, and May poked her head into the room. "Mom? Dad?" she asked, making herself known in case they hadn't heard the knock.
She was feeling better, she was hardly sick anymore, it was simply a matter of getting her strength back, which wouldn't take much longer at all. Dressed in oversize pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, and took a step into the room, shutting the door behind her. The sight of her mother so upset nearly broke her heart. She hoped she had given both of them long enough, she didn't want to interrupt, but she didn't want to be left out either.
She entered the room, pausing at the end of the bed. Her eyes softened, reflecting how she felt about seeing MJ that way. She had caught the tail end of the conversation coming it, but didn't say anything, not wanting to come off as nosy...even if she was.