Sonya paced back toward the ICU entry door, then back to Cam. She started to say something but thought better of it. Another pace back to the doorway seemed to take the top off her anger.
“Cameron,” she said in a low voice, “did you eat anything else?”
Cam had to stop and think about that question, too. “No, I’m not hungry.”
“Good,” she said to no one. “I’ll kill that bastard for doing this!”
“Am I drunk?” Cam asked. “I feel drunk.”
Sonya looked at her and smiled. “No, honey, you’re not drunk.”