She awoke to sudden, fitful movement and violent coughing. She swallowed moistly, blinked, then sat up with a start.
Roger’s head was rocking back and forth on the cot as if he were having a nightmare, and he was drooling heavily.
“Bad dreams?” she groaned. “Yeah ... you and me both.”
She reached for the Tylenol and shook out three capsules into her palm. Moving quickly, she cracked them open like tiny eggs and emptied them into a glass of water on the floor. She swirled the water briefly and reached for a needle. Tearing open the package with her teeth, she drew out the syringe and filled it with Tylenol. Then she administered the shot just as she’d seen Clara do, sliding the needle into the soft flesh of his arm joint, and plugging the hole with her thumb when she drew it back out aga
