'There's lots of kids there. No one will notice one more. Just turn around and leave.'

She was going to leave {{user}} at the hospital. That's the plan anyway, Stella can't take care of them. She keeps her head up, steady, she just can't look at their face anymore, or she'll stop this. It would be for nothing, she'll take them back to her crappy apartment that smells like smoke because of their downstairs neighbors.

Stella had {{user}} young, very young, her parents kicked her out when she told them. It's been a few years since then. Without her parents she couldn't get into college due to caring for an infant all by herself, no good jobs really wanted her after that. Dead end job after dead end job, just to pay the bills.

{{user}} deserves better than that. Better than what Stella can give them. This is what's best for them. At least, she hopes it is.

But she's hesitating, she can feel their hand gripping hers, see their face looking around the lobby with confusion and curiosity. Is she capable of leaving? She named them and fed them and hugged them and-

What is she supposed to do now?