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While lying there, whimpering to herself, a voice echoed out in the darkness and like a fiery beacon igniting her world felt that much less dark. The words spoken "Daffodil?!" from the voice of George, a full mixture of emotions ranging from suprise and worry to excitement and joy. George continued, "I can't believe! Where have you've been, i tried contacting you for weeks but I just couldn't, I phoned your parents but they didn't seem to know either... Daffodil?! Are you ok?". Daphne continued to lay their motionless, eyes clamped shut out of shame, unable to bring herself to say anything. Everything was painful, noise was overwhelming and silence was deafening. In the standstill Daphne felt nothing but shame.

Footsteps, a moment of silence, then Daphne felt George's warm touch glided over pulling her hair back behind her ear. Her hand then moved down to her shoulder before pulling them into her embrace; Daphne felt her head cushion into Georges chest, listening to the rythmic beating of her heart. It was comforting, she pulled herself inwards tightly and began to relax as George stroked her hair.

The hospital was horrible; it was never quiet, the ac was always on, the bed was too hard, the sheets too thin. Not forgetting the nightmares, waking up randomly in consuming darkness with no way to escape and no matter how much she screamed it could never fill the void she was a prisoner to. But, like heavy chains being pulled away, none of that mattered anymore; she was safe. Daffodil didn't resist as she peacefully fell asleep craddled.