He couldn't always be there for her treatments, and without the soothing effect of his voice Laura turned to other comforts.
When she was left alone, her stomach turning and diloxin in her blood, she pulled the book they were currently reading to her chest and just breathed it in. One smell that doesn't make her nauseous. The soft musk of ink and time pressed into the bindings could transported her to a warmly lit room with a comfortable couch, drowning out the scratch of hospital sheets and harsh lights.
Laura took a breath and knew it smelled like home.