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Minnie hated hospitals.
Well, she didn't
hate them. They were important, and the people who toiled away in these sterile white walls were facilitators of hope and healing. Hospitals just made her uncomfortable and sad. She hated being inside them, seeing old people and sick people and sad people. The sounds of chirping heart monitors, respirators wheezing and sighing, people weeping, gurney wheels clicking over tile. She hated knowing that people needed hospitals. People like Officer Cassidy Morgan.
A volunteer behind a desk directed her through hoops and directions to her friend's room. She felt very small and helpless in this great big place, so clean on the public side that there wasn't even anything to smell. Minnie walked with a meager bouquet clutched in one hand and held gently under her nose, as if the refrigerated scent of orange and yellow tiger lilies would make her feel magically better. The other hand clutched a teddy bear with a blue ribbon around its neck, and a card.
Get well beaw-y soon. In retrospect, it felt really, really ridiculous. Like it was something Cass would scoff at - but she was never anything worse than gruff to Minnie.
She thought about what Ashley had said as she made her way down the last turn. A vampire attack. It made her skin crawl. It was a dark string of thought, and Minnie had some fleeting gratitude that she hadn't needed hospitalization. How bad was Cass? How bad had she been before Ashley got her hands on her? Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Knocking gently to announce her presence, Minnie stepped in, peering tentatively at the hospital bed with big, grim eyes and a tightly set jaw.