I drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I felt cold and others I felt hot. There was always someone in the room with me. I felt someone feeding me. It was usually a lukewarm broth or porridge; something that I could swallow without much effort. When I would wake in cold sweats, I felt that same person take a cool rag and wash my face. This person would also take the effort of helping me to the bathroom and shower when I was lucid enough for such functions.
I was in another period of lucidity and heard soft humming coming from the chair next to my bed. Although I was in the hospital, I was in a regular bed, for which I was grateful. I opened my eyes and was met with a pair of warm, brown eyes staring at me. "Water, please," I croaked through my dry throat. The girl was qu
