XCIII

"Oh, my dear little flower!"

In rushed a worried Jen with arms out wide in a hug. Opening her arms to welcome the embrace the two held onto each other. Breaking from the comfort Robin smiled up at her.

"Madame Pourrie, thank you for coming"

A tired yet happy Robin said to the well-dressed woman. She wore a large fur coat with a frilling top and a tight long skirt, topped with a top hat tilted to the side. Robin chuckled to herself at the older woman. who else other than the Madame would dress in such a fancy manner?

"Pish, posh child did I not tell you to stop calling me that?"

She reprimanded the dark-haired woman, slapping her on the arm forgetting she was an active patient.

"Madame! She's a sick patient. You can't just hit her like that!"

Laurelyn yelled at the former lady as she rushed into the room before pushing her aside to tend to Robin. Gazing down at the poor young woman in her bed she gave her a look of concern as she rubbed her arm where the Madame hit her.

"Oh, my apolo