He did just that, he took care of her.
Feeling better after a while, she laid on the sofa, sipping from her mug of warm ginger tea that Chris had prepared for her, while he finished up in the kitchen.
When she saw him come back from the kitchen, she asked him the question that had been bothering her a while ago, while he was taking care of her.
"Doesn't it affect you, the blood, because, you know...."
He chuckled softly, "No."
Then he settled next to her on the chair, "feeling better."
"Huh-uh," she nodded. "Thanks to you."
Silence settled between them, the voices from the TV fading away into the distance of her mind, before she finally spoke up, bringing up the heavy questions that she had been trying to convince herself for so long that they didn't matter.
But they did, she knew
