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"I heard you were awake, hon." A motherly-looking woman in a hospital uniform smiled at me, giving me a quick wink as she placed a tray on the table over my bed. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I picked out the best of this morning's breakfast menu for you. I'll give you your menu, too, so you can order what you like for tomorrow." She poured me a glass of orange juice.
"Thank you," I replied in a hushed voice.
She smiled in reply, before she left through the open door. I could see the hospital corridor outside my room, with the food trolley full of breakfast trays.
I glanced over at Nathan, who was very focussed on his food, his mouth already full.
I guess it wasn't poisoned, then. I looked down at my tray. A covered plate, a glass of orange juice, a box of cereal in a bo
