Amelia hadn't slept one bit the entire night. She was so worried about his little Lily. The doctor had told her Lily would wake up in a half hour, and yet here it was three hours later and the girl hadn't so much as moved. It was frightening. The only thing that kept Amelia from having a complete meltdown and panic attack was the slow raise and fall of the girl's chest as the oxygen mask pushed air into her. She sat there in the chair still, her held holding onto her daughter's hand gently so that, even if asleep, the girl would know her mother was still there with her and waiting for her to wake up. Her head was rested on the mattress, her eyes on her daughter, when she heard the curtain pull back. She had expected it to be a doctor to speak. Or even a nurse. But the voice that spoke shocked her. It was James. Still, she didn't look up at him, nor did she speak to him at first. She just lifted her head up from the mattress, her sad eyes staying on her daughter. 

It was quiet for a long moment. The silence of a worried mother and concerned father. Finally though, Amelia break the silence, her voice a trembling whisper, "She has type two brittle asthma....she had a severe attack in the fire..." She let her free hand cover her face, trying to not even think of the possibility of what could have happened. The doctor had told her if she had been less than a minute later in getting Lily out of the house, it was like the attack would have left her unresponsive to treatment and would have likely killed her. Even now the possibility of the girl not fully recovering from this hung in the back of her head. She wasn't sure what she would do if she lost her little girl. 

She felt tears escaping her eyes once again, as they had many times in the past few houses, "The doctor said she was supposed to wake up in a half hour, but its been over three hours and she's still not awake yet." Small sobs were escaping her now and she knew she couldn't say anything else to him. It was bad enough for him to see her like this. So upset. So broken. She knew if she said anything else she would break down entirely.

She didn't mention the fact she and Lillian had lost everything in the fire. It was obvious from the news they had. They had been lucky to have gotten out alive. She had heard so many stories of people being burned alive in their sleep because they hadn't woken up. She was thankful she and her daughter weren't counted among those victims. But now they past that, the question was still where they would go. To be honest, Amelia didn't have anyone she could rely on in such a way. It was likely the two of them would end up in a homeless shelter, if the child services didn't take Lily away from her first. 

A small whimper came to her ears and Amelia looked up wide eyed, tears streaking her face from the hours of crying clearly visible thanks to the ash and soot on her face, to see Lily beginning to stir. She quickly stood up from her chair and held her daughter's hand a little tighter, worry on her face, "Lily? Lillian? Its me baby. Oh please wake up..."

The little girl stirred a bit more before her blue eyes opened. Her tiny hands, after letting go of her mother's hand, went to push the oxygen mask off of her face, but was quickly stopped by her mother, "No, keep it on. I know you don't like these things, but we have to make sure you don't slip into another attack." It was obvious this wasn't the little girl's first time wearing an oxygen mask and it bothered little Lily to have to wear it. She whined and leaned back, though seemed comforted as her mother climbed onto the bed to sit with her, Lily curling up into her side and resting there as Amelia gently stroked the girl's hair.

Amelia's eyes shifted over to James, and for once her gaze wasn't angry or aggravated. It was, in a way, thankful, "Thank you....for coming. It was surprising to see you came all this way to make sure she was okay."