Re: Visiting the Hospital
Maybe Iris wasn't happy, but she wasn't unhappy. The truth was, she'd come along to see Sam, and anyone else along the way she could do her best to be polite to (mostly), but none of them were Sam. She didn't like hospitals either, reminding her of things she didn't want to be reminded of, but she would ignore that as much as possible. The trip wasn't about her.
She was listening to Louis and what he was saying about Cris coming downstairs for them, nodding just a bit to indicate that she'd heard. But then her attention wandered from her brother. Holding her bag of things, waiting, she knew to look over just as the elevator was opening and saw Sam step out. Sure, her sister looked rough, moreso than any normal birth would have caused, but she was there and whole and walking around, and Iris was moving toward her without any conscious thought.
When she moved, it was slow enough not to startle, but quick enough to cross the space before Louis or Daniel. She hadn't seen Sam in person since she and Cris had dropped off Gertrude, and that was only a moment in passing. She hadn't realized just how much she'd wanted to see her sister, to make sure things were - if not good, then at least okay.
She stopped when she was within arms' reach of Sam, and gave her a smile that wasn't forced - small and soft, a hand reaching out to touch Sam's elbow and then, when that wasn't brushed off or pulled away from, to (so very carefully) pull her into a hug. "Hi." It was quiet, the way she so often was. "You look awful and great and it's so good to see you." There was still a smile there, a tease in the truth.