"Hold it," she said, handing over the bowl. Then she sat next to me, having the bowl again from my hand.
"You can lean on me, Camilla, if you like. I know you're still weak," she said. I lean my back on her and make her comfortable with her arms around me. Now I may sound so unfair, but I remember the most person I cared about is... Florence.
"Where is she...?" she paused, listening to the spoon stop touching my lips.
"Missing," she said plainly.
"Shades?" I asked again, opening my mouth.
"She's outside," she said while I was chewing my food. Then I flash memories of someone on my back or behind me. I held tight to the edges of the bed, panting almost to the point of vomiting.
"Are you okay? Are you finished?" a worrying sound behind me.
But I had another bite; the food was too good. I forgot how to eat again.
"It will be month next three days technically." I paused and looked at her. She gave me a soup from the other bowl and sounded deadly serious about it.