I take the nasty smelling food that Everett gave me and I walk into Amne’s room.
“Amne, how are you feeling this morning?” I ask her. Because she’s on her stomach, she has to lift herself up and turn her head to look at me.
“Hi Kaylani. I’m doing okay,” she says, her voice raspy but better.
“You can talk! Yay! Everett sent me in with some food for you,” I say, moving over to her. Her lip curls like mine did.
“What is it?” she asks.
“Eggs and some more of the pureed soup.”
“That tasted gross, but I’m not sure I could swallow anything else right now,” she says.
“Let’s get you turned over and try to get some food in you. Everett thinks that you can go outside today. I don’t think he wants you to try and shift quite yet, but he wants you to be outside in the sun, letting it heal you,” I
