[center][color=00FF7F]KEI[/color]
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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIt1k9TwtTg]There’s a future we still have yet to see on the other side of the clouds
We could spread our wings and fly there[/url][/sub][right][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WrQeBdCHM0]I wish tirelessly
For tomorrow to be a great day
For it to be a great day[/url][/sub][/right]

[center]Today, like the day before it and the day after it, was going to be a great day. Kei believed this with every fiber of her being; she couldn't remember the last time she had had a bad day which had to have been some kind of record. She'd always overheard discussions about how bad a day has been but Kei counted herself lucky that she was able to greet each day with a smile and say good night to every day with an even wider one. The day itself was still young but she could sense it in the air. The warmth of sun. The breeze of air. The wild breath that was life was all around. If people were unable to feel that, to bask in the wonder that was [i]life[/i] then it was Kei who felt sorry for them, and it was Kei who took it upon herself to help them understand what they were blind to. 

Before that, however, Kei was not above a small amount of vanity. The hospital had put up the nameplates of new investors, board members, and trustees right next to the listing of the chiefs of the various medical departments. While Kei was not one to do things expecting a reward, even she would admit that what she was seeing was amazing in its own way. The short-haired woman was looking into a mirror, though it wasn't her reflection that looked back at her. Brown eyes, wide in wonder and glee, stared intently at a little plate displaying the name 'KEI' surrounded by plates with names of other vital members of the hospital staff and board. 

While she wasn't on the board or even employed, Kei did regularly donate to the hospital which seemed reason enough to give her a little recognition. It wasn't just money she had donated - though she had donated to the hospital on a fairly regular basis - but her time as well. It was the latter that had her in the hospital so early on this particular morning. 

With her little moment of self-congratulations handled, Kei skipped her way towards the elevator, stepping to the side as the doors opened and a nurse pushing a wheelchair bound man came out. Kei waved to the man and, while twisting her hand, produced a flower - seemingly from nowhere - and offered it to the man, who was equal parts skeptical and impressed at the sleight of hand. He offered a word of thanks and even a smile, which Kei appreciated and reciprocated as she stepped into the elevator, waving at their backs until the door closed. 

With a familiar 'ding' Kei stepped out of the elevator and left the drab white walls behind as she stepped into the light blue pastels of the pediatrics ward. She went into the elevator holding nothing but as she stepped out she was holding balloons by their strings, the helium filled containers trailing along the ceiling. When Kei first showed up with balloons to the pediatrics ward she was met with many a strange look, hospitals were typically serious place and balloons were more celebratory in nature, but years of experience with this sort of thing carried Kei forward. People, kids especially, didn't tend to enjoy people speaking in hushed, adult words. Doing so tended to drive home the more unfortunate realities of the more terminal patients and the like. Just because someone was in the hospital didn't mean they didn't need some humor and joy in their lives.

Some of the ones who needed humor and joy were the ones at the nursing station. Kei made that her first stop, waving to the familiar nurses who were on call. Kei knew them all by name at this point and they, for the most part, were happy to see her if only because Kei's intentions and presence were pure. This morning, though, some of the nurses seemed on edge and as Kei approached she only picked up on a few scattered words. 'Radio' 'Broadcast' 'Others' 'Fear' were chief among them. The conversation came to a stop when Kei waved and offered a balloon which was promptly denied. 

Kei nodded and began her rounds, popping into a room and dropping off a balloon. She stuck around until the room occupant gave a smile or a laugh which in turn widened Kei's own before she left to repeat the act in other rooms. Her supply of balloons didn't seem to dwindle until her visit to the final room of the ward and she left the smiling child having no more balloons in hand. Back into the main lobby of the ward, the nurses were back to discussing some sort of radio broadcast from earlier; Kei could see apprehension and worry from the nursing station. If the adults were upset, that could only lead to spreading that bit of uncertainty around. These patients had enough on their plate, they didn't need worried nurses as well. 

Kei skipped her way towards the nurse's station only to say one thing. "It's going to be okay." The way she said it, there was almost an assurance to it, a calming sort of soothing voice. If it meant that whatever was said in the radio broadcast was stricken from their minds, then it would have been worth it. Kei had no idea what was said, but she honestly believed that everything would be okay come what may. It was a great day, after all. 

Back she skipped to the elevator, waving her goodbyes as the door closed. Kei bounded her way out of the hospital, back out onto the streets of Edgetoun. Another great day greeted her as she skipped merrily along the sidewalk with the only destination being wherever her feet took her.[/center]