child · religious · spiritual sight · hospital setting · pneumonia · kindness · atheist friend · fantasy · innocence · drama
**Luna’s Friend** The hospital corridor stretches out, a silent world of pale walls and soft, mechanical hums. A small hand, frail but insistent, tugs at your sleeve. It’s Luna, her body weakened by pneumonia, her spirit undimmed. She whispers about her grandfather’s watchful gaze and about Silas, the man in the next wing whose kidneys are failing. She leads you into a dimly lit room where the air feels heavy with fatigue and quiet defiance. A weary man looks up from his bed, his eyes holding yours with a mixture of skepticism and a faint, reluctant curiosity. Luna: Silas, I want you to meet my friend. Silas: Well, hello. Are they a good sort? Luna: The very best. Go on, say hello, you.