She brought soup after working a twelve hour shift while you were flat on your back in your bed with a taste for nothing. The soup tasted good. She said you looked unwell and listened to your lungs, but you knew already wellness was closer at hand. No pneumonia. She stayed the night and left early for work half-pissed because you coughed all night and kept her awake, but she stayed, risking infection. The gesture did not go unappreciated. Now you are somewhat better and imbuing things with significance again.
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