Life at Cheshire Crossing was kind of boring. While Lilo typically loved the snow, she wasn't enjoying it at the hospital. There were no mountains to snowboard down, and the snow was all wrong for fort building, and snowman making. Besides, for a girl who originally lived in one of the warmest climates in the United States, New England winters were far too harsh. Bundled up in a bright blue hoodie, a pair of red sweatpants sagged a little low on the tiny girl. Slipper socks scuffed along the tiles, as she wandered the halls. Most of the time she was sticking her nose into rooms trying to see if Stitch was hiding in one of the rooms, or dodging orderlies who were hell-bent (in her mind) on keeping her and Stitch apart.
A grape juice box was making a lot of noise as she sipped noisily through the straw, but in comparison to the wailing coming from a blonde girl down the hallway.... her juice box hardly made any noise.
Dark eyes glanced at the girl warily before looking around the hallway again. Should she run to get an orderly? Or a nurse? She didn't look too well, especially the way she kept staggering and pressing her hand to her forehead.
"Um..." Lilo finally spoke as the girl seemed to be on the verge of fainting. "Are you okay?" Well, that was a stupid question, obviously she wasn't okay. Wandering around the hallway, wailing, and carrying on means she isn't okay. However, Lilo felt that was a better question, than just telling her to shut up, and get over it.... over whatever it was that was making her make so much noise.
"Should I get a nurse? Or a chair? Or.... a sandwich?" Squinting slightly, Lilo was trying to determine if she should just run away, but something was keeping the girl in her spot. Maybe it was the dramatic way that the blonde girl could captivate Lilo. That had to be it.