[The thought is inescapable, even as she tries to close her mind to it: She is lucky, right now. If she chooses to believe so, someone sent this thread, someone who even now hasn't abandoned her. And Cloud right in front of her, finding it, handing it to her, is not a matter of belief.
and i'm out for the doctor soon but will be back in a few/several hours once i go
He's here.
Suddenly, she feels more courageous.]
Then I'll make sure not to let it go.