Faith awoke with tears in her eyes. She had dreamed (she always dreamed) of her family. It hurt worse because they had been happy. Cat had been coloring, her mother and father been laughing...

Faith heard someone clear their throat and quickly swiped at her eyes before looking over at Noah.

"Did you slip me pain meds?" She asked angrily. "You did, didn't you?"

Noah was silent for a moment.

"Yeah," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry."

Faith looked away for a moment, her eyes irritated.

Noah sighed irritably. "Listen...I've got something for you."

She looked back, and her eyes lost their angry gleam. A flower, small and fragile, trembling in Noah's palm.

"It's beautiful, Noah," She whispered, taking it gingerly. "Where'd you get it?"

Noah cleared his throat.

"Dogan sent it, along with his regards," he said, glaring at the flower like it had its senders face. "He said it was from his own personal garden. He...invites you to come see it."

Faith scowled.

"That bastard," she said loudly, crushing the delicate flower in her hand. "I hope he heard that."

"I did. Lovely as always, I see."

Faith yanked her comms off.

Prompt: Garden