NOTE this chapter is short it probably redefines the meaning of "short" the next one will hopefuly be longer
Irma and Liz
Irma heard noise people talking, she could only make out some of what was being said.
". . . her abilities seem to be agitated by her breathing problems . . ."
that's Abe, Irma thought
". . . you go on ahead Abe, I'll stay here with Irma . . ."
that's Liz, Irma thought as the sound of a door shutting decided she was awake
Irma squinted against the bright light as she opened her eyes.
"My throat hurts can I have some water" Irma croaked trying to sit up only to have gentle hands softly push her back down.
"Not yet sweety, I'm sorry" the soft caring voice of Liz said as her soft hand cupped Irma's cheek
"How are you feeling?"
"My lips are sticking to my teeth, and my mouth feels like I've been eating a glue stick and a few pieces of chalk." Irma muttered.
"We'll ask Dr. Benton if you can have something to drink, when she comes to check on you"
Liz said smiling at her softly.
"What happened?" Irma asked
"You coughed up some sparks and some blood then passed out, but it's over now and everything's fine it's Wednesday in case you want to know" Liz answered as Dr. Benton comes into the room.
"Hi Irma, feeling better" Dr. Benton asks.
"Yeah but I'd like something to drink my mouth is all dry and sticky" Irma said in a wry voice
"I have a better idea, how about breakfast instead?" a voice said from the door way.
" Hey John, come on in." Liz said as John came in with a tray of food.
He sets the tray on the night stand and hands a bowl to Irma, who makes a face of extreme distaste.
What is it?" Irma asked
"Porridge, it'll be easier to swallow." John said
"Looks like some one already swallowed it" Irma grumbled picking up her spoon and eating it quickly in five large scoops, a look of loathing on her face the whole time.
"Here" John said with a small laugh, handing her a cup, Irma gives him a look. "Don't worry, it's just apple juice"