My cheap foam mattress felt absolutely decadent compared to the plastic wrapped one on the hospital bed. I was exhausted. Showering at the hospital, putting on the fresh clothes Mama B had left there yesterday, and the drive home with Felicity had sapped all of my strength. Propped up with pillows, I pulled my comforter over my lap with considerable effort.

Felicity walked into my room, carrying a vase full of beautiful flowers in autumnal colors. She looked around my tiny space appraisingly. "This place is a postage stamp," she said while setting the vase onto my desk. "This looks like as good a spot as any for these."

"That's perfect. They're beautiful. Thank you again for everything, Fel." My body settled into the bed some more and I sighed, before adding, "You know, nobody has ever given me flowers before."

Felicity turned from the arrangement to look at me. "Really? I'm your first?"

I nodded, wincing a little as the knot on my head, from my fall, brushed against the headboard. "Yep. Unless you count a boy in kindergarten, who gave me a dandelion he picked in the schoolyard while we were at recess."

"If you only knew you that you needed to lose an organ to get a bouquet. Probably should have volunteered your appendix before it gave you any trouble." Felicity waggled her finger at me and made a tsk noise.

I gave her a small chuckle before biting it off with a suck of air through my teeth. "Ooh don't make me laugh."

"Sorry. Is it time for some painkillers?" Felicity grabbed the plastic bag, which a nurse had put my discharge papers and dirty clothes into, from the desk chair where I had plopped it down. "Are your meds in here?"

I shook my head. "I'm just gonna take over-the-counter stuff. Don't want to mess with any heavy narcotics and wind up like my Mom."

With a nod and a frown, Felicity said, "Gotcha. Well let me set up everything you'll need on your nightstand. Now where do you keep..."

The doorbell chimed interrupting her sentence.

"Obviously I'll get it." Felicity smiled. "Back in a minute."

When she returned to my room, she held a brown cardboard file box, which had been secured with what looked like an entire roll of packing tape.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"A delivery guy. Someone sent you a care package. It's weighty. Want me to get it open for you?"

"Yes please. I don't think I have the energy to cut through all that."

I shifted to sit up a little more while Felicity placed the box at the bottom of the bed by my feet. She grabbed the scissors from the pen cup on my desk and got to work. After a couple minutes and a few curses, she finally had the top open.

"Wow. I knew it was hefty, but I wasn't expecting all of this," she said as she tipped the box partially sideways so I could see inside.

My eyebrows lifted at the myriad of items. "Is there a card?"

Felicity shifted a few things around, rustling the contents noisily. "I don't see one. Maybe it's under everything." She pursed her lips before asking, "Want me to help you unpack this thing?"

"If it's not getting too late for you, that would be amazing."

We both looked at the clocks on our phones.

"What's another thirty minutes at this point? They'll wait there the rest of the day if I want them to. That's the fun of being the director." She winked and then lifted a scented candle out, handing it to me.

I removed the lid from the candle and sniffed a refreshing citrus and eucalyptus combination. I handed it back to Felicity who inhaled the scent too.

She made an approving "Hmm" noise, and asked, "Dresser?"

"Dresser." I nodded.

She put it on top of my tall dresser, then pulled out the next item. We repeated the routine. Every object brought out was handed to me, so I could I admire it, before Felicity placed it in a designated spot.

The box was a marvel of consideration. In addition to the candle, there were bottles of both ibuprofen and acetaminophen, electrolyte drinks, lip balm, hair bands, puzzle books, mechanical pencils, gum packets, throat lozenges, a box of tissues, cans of soup, a sleep mask, fuzzy socks, flannel pajamas, and a silky throw blanket.

Beneath it all Felicity finally found a greeting card envelope. "I'm dying to know who sent all of this," she said passing it along.

I took it from her outstretched hand. "I'm guessing it's from all of my coworkers at Homey-O-Station."

Removing the card from the envelope, I looked at the words "Get Well" printed on the front in soothing blue and green tones. I flipped it open, expecting to see a multitude of signatures in various kinds of pen and marker, but found none. Not even one.

Perplexing.

There was something written though. I read aloud, "Surgery sucks. Hope you feel better soon."

My brow furrowed as I studied the handwriting. I didn't recognize it. If I had to guess, I'd say it was written by a guy. Something about the firm and angular strokes of the lines made me think it wasn't any of my female colleagues' penmanship. But I wasn't a handwriting expert by any means, and I worked with a lot of people.

"That's it? No name?" Felicity frowned.

"Nope. Could this be someone from the community center? Do you recognize the handwriting?" I held it out to her.

She took the card and stared at it for a minute. "I don't have any clue who wrote this." Then she smiled like the cat who ate the canary.

That look made me uneasy. "What?"

Felicity fanned herself with the card like a Southern Belle, whose accent she executed flawlessly as she said, "Well I do declare, I think this means that you have a secret admirer."

My cheeks heated immediately at the supposition.

She started to fan me instead of herself, and continued to speak in the twang. "Why Miss Rosie you're absolutely rosy. All because someone thinks you're hotter than a griddlecake fresh from the skillet."

Her voiceover skills were impressive enough to have paid for her house, yet every time she expertly shifted into a dialect it still impressed me. Even when she used her talent to playfully tease me.

"That's ridiculous," I said.

Felicity shifted back to her normal voice. "That's the only thing that makes sense."

"They probably just forgot to sign the card." I snatched the still fanning card from her hand to evaluate it some more.

"No way. Whoever put this gift together doesn't strike me as the forgetful type. This is the exact brand and flavor of lip balm you use. Only a close friend, like me, or someone who has a crush on you, would show this type of attention to detail." Her tone was matter-of-fact, even though her words were pure speculation.

Something deep inside of me realized she had a point, but my brain wanted to find a different reason. "Maybe it was a lucky guess... Maybe it was on sale," I said.

Leaning on the desk, Felicity picked up my new puzzle book and asked, "Is it so hard to believe someone has a romantic interest in you?"

"It just doesn't make sense. Why do all of this, and not take credit?" I gesticulated with the card, pointing toward the various items that were now sprinkled around the room. "If they like me, signing the card would be a good way to make me think of them in a favorable light. Maybe even a romantic one." I slapped the card down beside me, shooting a bolt of pain through my abdomen.

"Obviously they have a motivation behind the secrecy," Felicity said, while casually flipping through the pages of puzzles.

"I know you love talking about motivation. But this is my life Felicity, not a scripted play. Real life is way more random." Feeling extra cranky, I huffed.

"There is truth in art." She punctuated the sentence by closing the book.

"I'm too tired to think about any of this right now. My stomach hurts and my head aches." I rubbed my temples.

Felicity put the book back on my desk, then stepped toward my nightstand. "I'm sorry Rosie. I'll drop it." She popped open one of the medication bottles and shook out some pills, before handing them to me with my water. "Take these. Then I'll get out of here and go talk about motivation with my cast."

Palming the pills, I said, "Sounds like a good idea. An apology wasn't necessary. I know you want good things for me."

As I swallowed the meds down with a huge gulp of water, Felicity said, "I want the best of everything for you."

My smile was as weak as my body. "All I want right now is a decent nap. I'll worry about getting the best of everything else later."

She pointed at the new sleep mask, which rested on my lap. "Wish granted."

Felicity turned to leave, I slipped the mask over my eyes. In the cool and welcoming dark, I melted into the pillows. The door closed softly and I mumbled to myself, "Only time will tell."