Fiji heard a child crying and she stood up slowly. She peeked into the room to see Spain and the child, she smiled sadly before she left and dressed in non threatening, nor bloody clothing. Then she began to cook churros and other wonderful Spanish meals from the supplies. After she finished and set a giant table, she sighed.
'Home.. Family..' She thought happily and nodded, knowing these were the things she was fighting for.
Then she walked back to the room and slowly opened the door and walked up behind Spain, a gentle, careful smile set naturally on her lips. She placed a hand on his back and looked down ath boy and her green eyes were warm. Then she looked to Spain.
"Hermano, I made dinner for you all." then she crouched down so she was at the childs height and smiled reassuringly to him, and spoke in fluent spanish,"Everything will be fine, it will. You don't have to worry, Senor Spain is mi hermano. He es muy fuerte. Like... Hmm.. Un Heroe!" She thought of, and smiled softly.
She should stay in this work. Nursing, comforting, rehabilitation.
This was all she was wonderful at. All she could do.
Who did she ever kid?
She was a caretaker at heart.









