[15: Contrast] Meera fidgeted, sitting in the hard plastic chairs outside the entrance to the locked ward, waiting for visiting hours to begin. It was hard to decide which side of the door she hated more, the waiting in the busy room outside the ward, tucked behind a desk where the phone rang incessantly and doctors and nurses scuttled by, or inside, where everything was so calculatedly safe and tried so hard to be calm above all else. At least inside she had her sister, though only for an hour at a time, and always someone watching them. The lock on the door buzzed, and Meera looked up to see someone in the familiar pink scrubs step out of the ward. “Meera?” Meera startled when she saw who was there, holding the door. “Hey. Hi, Mrs. Hanesly.” Dick’s mother stood there, looking almost as surprised as Meera. “Hey, dear. Call me Sheila. Come on in.” Meera followed her through the double set of doors, one locking solidly before the other would open, leaving a moment of being trapped in the small room between. “I had no idea Sama is your sister! I’ve been working the night shift, so I never saw visitors. I’m so glad you visit her!” Meera wasn’t sure if the cheeriness was false or not, but she felt like maybe things weren’t quite so drab inside the ward with Mrs. Hanesly there. Meera traced her hand along the row of artwork displayed in the hall. Childish scribbles, mostly. Art for therapy’s sake, rather than for looks. A swirl around a few stick figure people, and the name “Dana” scrawled hastily in the corner in pen. A black cloud, filling almost the entire page, and the name “Dan” in angry letters, made with the same black crayon as the rest of the drawing. A dragon and a knight in armor, carefully but uninspiringly drawn, and a picture of some flowers. She stopped for a moment, though, on the next drawing. A princess, olive skinned and smiling, floating on clouds that merged with her gowns. Meera grinned as she saw it, knowing it was Sama’s before she noticed the name in tiny letters in the corner. “You like it?” Sama actually smiled at her, and Sheila smiled at the two of them as she bustled off to tend to her next task. “I do. That’s beautiful!”