When waking up, Jessie's first thought that it was all a dream. However, the slight mud left on the mat convinced him that perhaps that was false and the fact that he was able to think about anything was proof as it was. The first thing he wanted to do was tell Makayla.

He wanted to smile at her and wanted to see her face when he did, because Jessie felt ok, not the ok where he felt less bad than before but ok, ok.

It was fairly early for him but not too early for his mother. Jessie bounded up the stairs as his mother opened the door of his bedroom still yawning and rubbing her eyes.

She was shocked as he pulled her into his arms, nestling his face into the top of her hair.

"Wh-what's brought all this one Jes?"

He hugged her tighter breathing in her scent.

"Nothing." He pulled away but held his hands on her arms. "You're just doing a great job is all." Before she could reply, he hugged her again, and this time, his mother was able to hug him back.

"We will be ok, mum."

She hummed in response, squeezing her son tight.

They stood there in each other's arms for what felt like an hour telepathically comforting each other with each gentle squeeze having a whole conversation without uttering a word.

It was his mother that broke the silent hug first running her hand through her slightly dishevelled hair. She smiled at her son the bottom of her eyes glistening with upcoming tears.

"Sleep in your room Jessie tonight," she said, rubbing her eyes before they could spill.

"What about you?"

"I think it's time I start moving forward." She stroked Jessie's cheek smiling slightly. "I'll change your sheets before you go to bed."

Jessie let go of his mum and watched her retreat to her room as she approached it her shoulders slumped ever so slightly and touching the handle as though it was as cold as ice making her shiver.

However, she continued she opened the door her room untouched for several weeks and shut the door gently behind her.

To most, this event wouldn't have seemed anything more than a regular routine. However for Jessie and his mother it meant that they had moved onto another step. It was a step that would hopefully propel the family forward into a life where they could see themselves happy.

*

Jessie almost ran all the way to school, and when he grabbed Makayla by the shoulders at the beginning of school, breath ragged and body slightly sweaty his poor friend yelped assuming she was being attacked.

"Are you ok? You seem..."

"The notes, this girl came and..."

Makayla's head was practically spinning as Jessie told her of last night however the unanimous feeling was happiness, happiness that he was the most enthusiastic he had been since the diagnosis and of course that made her happy.

Makayla smiled wildly at her friend and smiled, even more, when he did the same.

"I feel ok Mak and that... that's amazing."

Makayla opened her bag, taking out the small purple hyacinth - a little flower inside a corkscrew bottle no larger than your finger.

Jessie eyed it suspiciously he had seen a similar flower bloom yesterday however when he began to fall asleep it had gone much like Note girl.

"It's the flower of sadness, it's what bloomed when I helped close your wounds. I hardly ever use my powers, but I just couldn't watch you suffer. I said I would help and it looks like I did."

It took a while for Makayla's words to make sense to him, and when he looked up, he found his friend smiling at him another note in hand. She handed it to him before walking off.