"Thank fuck," he breathed, "sorry. Can't control mouth. Mom. Can I have some of that soup now?"
"Of course you can." Emma inched forward and she picked the soup up off of the stand. "I'll have to feed it to you or you'll get it everywhere."
Thomas groaned a little. "Don't let my sisters in," he said to Jamie. "They'll never stop teasing me. For the best though, my right arm still feels asleep."