Hannah reached down and untwisted the blankets from around her legs and then leaned back into the pillows. She felt rather silly now, after all she knew Megan was going to visit. “They’re lovely,” stated Hannah, taking a moment to admire the bright flowers. The room was far too white for her tastes and Hannah never understood how people we’re supposed to get better in such a sterile environment. It was so depressing in her mind. “Thank you.”
Hannah shrugged. “I’m okay,” she said. This had become her response to about ninety percent of the questions asked of her since she had been returned. It was enough to keep everyone from fretting over her, but still not as positive as ‘good’ or ‘fine’ that they couldn’t see through the response and call it a lie. Honestly, Hannah wasn’t sure how she was doing as she had a wide range of emotions in the past few days, some of which came at the oddest of times. “Just ready to go home. But I did get my magic back today so that’s certainly made me feel better. I still can’t believe about who it was that caused the whole thing though.” She had been convinced that it had been a part of the Renegades plans.