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Notes: Thank you to eatstake and Scott for shiny betas! Written for Firefly Friday challenge the fourth “home.”

Person, Place or Thing?

by liquideyes

A young boy in a crisp, white shirt under a dark, brocade vest walks with his hand firmly in the clasp of an older gentleman dressed much in the same fashion. The pristineness fits, even if the colours don’t. To fit in, they should be dressed in white, or navy blue. But the man walks purposefully, knowing where he is heading. Restrained excitement is evident in each step. The young boy’s blue eyes are wide, trying to take everything in. But he is also trying to be careful, trying not to gawk, as that would not be appropriate. And he did not want a lecture when he returned home. But the boy observes: people being fixed, and people doing the fixing. And he feels an irresistible pull. He might have gravitated towards the doctors if he was not firmly attached to his father’s hand. And he knows that it would be improper to disturb them by getting in their way. These people are all busy, doing important things. Making people better. But the pull is strong. He could see himself dressed in a white gown. He knows that one day he would not simply be here for a visit, that he could find a place here. One day, the hospital would be home.

The man finally reaches his destination, and father and son enter a room. A woman, with a gentle, tired smile lies on the bed, cradling something small in a pink blanket. “Simon, meet your new sister River,” says the man, his voice full of pride. And the young boy, forgetting decorum for once, speeds to the side of the bed and climbs up to carefully sit beside his mother. Her arm goes around him, as she asks if