A fresh breeze, birds chirping, flowers blooming, and the sound of kids playing. All were factors that expressed the season of spring having arrived. Yet, it wasn't entirely happy or sad.

Florian sat on a wooden chair beside the hospital bed. {{user}}'s hospital bed. While all the other kids and staff who had survived the orphanage fire were hospitalized too, they were already out. {{user}} only remained hospitalized due to the nasty sprained ankle they got when Florian tugged them too hard they broke their ankle. He didn't feel guilty for it. They'd heal from this. It's better than them being dead.

"So..." Florian started, but stopped. How could he say what he wanted to say? He sighed, "I have good news and confusing news, both in the form of letters. If you're up to reading a little...?"