His eyes grow concerned as he feels just how much of a struggle it is on her body to talk.  As she replies just a simple one word, a curious look crossed Michael’s face at her so very brief answer.   Opening his mouth to question her on such as strange response, Francis arrives back from her trip from the hospital.  Jumping off the edge of the bed like some teenager that was doing something he should not have.  Flashing Francis a smile he asks, “So how was the trip? Did you get everything?  Is there anything I can help get from the car?”  Already forgetting their conversation he gives Alliana a friendly squeeze and moves forward to help Francis bring anything left out in the car in.<br/><br/>Leaving the comfort he felt when being around her was difficult.  Just sitting in close proximity gave him a feeling he really was not so alone.  Even though he was those moments with her were like little gifts that were to be treasured and held onto.  Sighing as he walks to the car,  someday it will be his turn to share his life with.<br/>