The nurse took him down in the elevator, to a different ward. There were doors, not beds. It was a seperate room completely. Mira's father was sat outside. He looked up, and gave a nod to Leon.
The nurse knocked on the door, which was opened by Mira's mother, just a crack.
"You can come in." She smiled. The father stood to, and entered just after Leon, who stood and stared.
There, with the starry sky knitted blanket on her bed, along with a white book, and a music book, in front of the keyboard, set up on a stand, in high heels, tights, and the dress that he himself had bought, stood Mira.
"Hello, Leon." She whispered. Tears welled in both her and his eyes. He stepped towards her, and touched her cheek.
"Mira. You're awake." He said, so shocked his own voice choked him.
"Yeah. I'm awake." She let him hug her tightly. He pulled back.
"You know who I am?" He asked incredulously.
"You sang, and played piano for me. You came to see me every week. You hugged me." She leaned in closer, so her lips were almost touching his ear. He felt her warm breathe there. "You kissed me." She breathed. They stood for a little longer, in each other's embrace, before releasing each other.
"So...you'll be leaving today, then?" He asked.
"Nope, not yet. I've got to stay one more week, for some tests, then I'm free to go. Tell me - how much school work have I missed?" She giggled. He smiled. "Not like I give a damn!" at this, he gave a laugh. She was almost exactly like he'd thought she'd be.
"Not much. Just about two and a half years worth. Don't worry, though. Year 10 starts soon. I really hope you don't mind, but I put you down for Medic, German, Medical History, Psychology and Business Studies. Also, Triple Science."
"Oh Leon, that's perfect! Apart from Business Studies. So boring, but...right choice." She smiled. She kissed his cheek softly.
"I'm glad. I picked the same, apart from Business studies. I picked Art instead. I'd like to be an artist, or an art teacher. If That doesn't work, well...I do something with my sciences."
"I was thinking a writer or and English teacher, here, or abroad, and if that failed, I'd like to be a behavioral analisist. They..." The two continued to talk, while the father and other smiled.
"Let's go. They have much to talk about." With that, the two left, the children talking happily.