Sixty-Six

ZORA'S POV

The next morning, I felt as though I had been fed through a mangler and kicked by a horse. My body ached. The worst ache was the one in my heart as I watched my little girl go through what no five year old should experience. I had sat by Freya's bedside all night. I had barely slept. I had only dozed fitfully. The whole night had been spent watching Freya, even though the nurse on duty who had regularly come to check in on us, had encouraged me rest. I would not have minded all the inconveniences one bit if Freya had regained consciousness. But she had remained the same through out the night and on to the morning. Work was the farthest thing from my mind. All I thought of was her.

At 7a.m that morning, Katherine came in, carrying bags that looked heavy. I dragged my eyes from Freya to her.

"Kathy," I said. "You came."

"I did. I brought someone along."

She glanced at the door which was half open. Finn walked in slowly. He came in and stood close to the door, looking arou