Normally the hospital wasn't the most inviting place. Even in the maternity ward, there was that pervasive scent of cleaner and the hustle of busy, efficient folk. Not this day, however. It wasn't even due to the new baby ready to go home. No, today the hospital carried a smile for the bouncy, friendly sister of the new arrival.

Only one room seemed untouched by the cheer the young girl brought forcefully with her. Down the hallway, deep in the corner of the children's ward, a young boy sat crying. While the rest of the hospital celebrated a new life to love, he was dealing with the lack of love in his own life.

He hadn't recovered from the loss of his parents in the car crash that took his memory. He probably never would. However, his tears were not for them today. The tears were for a different young boy who was leaving, the only friend of the ebon haired sobbing child.

His door was pushed open by a blonde whirlwind of joy. She was shocked to see someone crying. Even though she often bawled to get her way, this was quite different. She had never seen someone cry in earnest before. It startled this light child, and she instantly gave her heart out in sympathy.

"Why are you so sad?"

"My only friend is leaving today. I'm going to be all alone again, and I don't even have anything to give him."

The blonde mulled this over. It certainty seemed a crime for him to want to show his affection and being unable. She pulled a flower from the bouquet she carried and brought it to the boy.

"Here. My mommy's been in here for a week, and now she finally gets to come home. She's bringing my new baby brother with her. These are for them, but I know they'd want you to have this. Give it to your friend."

The young boy looked down at the beaming angel in front of him and felt his pain ease. Such open love felt like home, and the boy knew that roses would be his favourite flower forever thanks to this girl's gift.

"Thank you."

It was all he could say.