A race down the hallway.
A few days before Violet went to Mykaal and not too long after the pair returned home from Brazil the routine was for Raoul to wait in the hospital lobby after his physical appointments. He was usually exausted by was usually half asleep by the time Violet arrived to pick him up.
On this particular afternoon Raoul was roused by his stupor not by his lovely girlfriend but by a nurse who was being particularly nasty. Not to him, but he could hear her bitching from across the hallway. It was nothing directed at anyone nor was it disgraceful conduct for a nurse. She was just being… cranky.
Raoul wouldn’t have bothered if the children’s ward hadn’t been on that side of the hall.
But hey, if she was going to be a witch then maybe somebody ought to give her something to point her broomstick at.
When Violet finally arrived there were skid marks on the sterile tile. A potted plant in the corner was upturned. Several children were giggling in their casts and hospital gowns off to the side of the lobby. On middle age nurse was stilling in one of the lobby’s uncomfortable sea green chairs sucking wind, while other nurses bustled around the scene, and in the middle of it all was her boyfreind. There looked to be a mechanic musing over his wheelchair, and Raoul sat up straight and proper.
On his face was what she’d come to know as his “innocent face” and it really deserved a little golden halo.
“Buenos dias, Violetta.” Raoul grinned sweetly.