Shaking his head, Gene lamented the way doctors and nurses always took care of other people better than they did themselves; he was guilty of it too. “Well, Babe an’ I came to see how you was doin’, and he made ya some soup.” He saw her perk up just slightly, eyes brightening only a little, before her tiredness claimed her again. “You eaten anythin’ today?”
“Nyquil, Gene. I ate Nyquil.”
“Nyquil ain’t food.”
“It is when you feel like shit.”
“You are the worst sick person I ever met.”
Gene stood back up, smoothing his hand over her forehead and across her sweat-soaked hair, gently tucking the blankets around her. She immediately pulled them up closer, a smile curling over her face.