"I would love your company, Alfred, but only if I'm not taking you away from more important things."

There was a duffle bag in her hands and she was staring at it blankly, unable to remember what she was supposed to be doing with it. Her dad... Her dad's heart. What had happened?

"Um, I'm just going to throw some stuff together and I'll be ready." She didn't need anything, really. An extra pair of jeans, a couple t-shirts, several pairs of clean socks and underwear, a book, in case she was actually able to read, and her laptop, because she rarely went anywhere without one. Toiletries were probably a good idea, too. Nothing else really mattered right now, but she wasn't going to contribute to the germs at the hospital by ignoring her own personal hygiene.

Which she realized as ridiculous, but that didn't matter either.

"When can you get here?"