Anastasia wiped her eyes, "That isn't something I want to talk about while you're lying in this bed... While you're hurt..." The wiping was futile as she whisked them away, more flowed out of her eyes. She rose from her chair and moved onto the edge of the bed. As best she could, she leant over and sobbed into her mother's shoulder. She sniffled, she wasn't in the mood to be angry. She could get mad tomorrow... When her mom wasn't lying here, wrapped up in bandages.