Bethany is sleeping and I’m here at the hospital [An arrow is drawn up to the hospital logo at the top of the page], so I thought I’d be Austenian and send you a letter. I should probably take a few paragraphs to describe the hospital food, the texture of the knitted blankets, the seafoam green color of the walls... Or maybe not.
Old-fashioned letters are nice, aren’t they? You can do more with them. I’d spray it with perfume if I had any. But there’s this! [In the margins, a lipsticked imprint of a kiss, with a small-print sidenote reading 'Better than emoticons, right?']
I miss you. I wish you were here. Not because you’re hurt, or anything! I just keep thinking 'He has a charity with a hospital, right? Maybe he’ll stop by and wander into this wing because.. he’s lost, or something.' It’s silly, I know. But I do. Miss you, I mean.
Bethany’s doing better, I think. I’m glad I wasn’t in the fight. You probably are too, I’d imagine. I fight with magic in my dreams, but I can’t do that for real. But it’s all over now! So we don’t have to worry about being interrupted. Not by that, anyway. Cousins and empty stomachs are still possible threats. ♥
We should have a picnic. Or go walking somewhere. Anything, really. I’m not picky, as long as you’re there. (this is sounding a little sappy) Maybe we could do something with Merry!