It should have seemed odd to her that someone she had barely known before becoming ill would seem so solicitous towards her, but it didn't occur to her to question it. His hand touched her hair, smoothing it back in a gesture that was far more protective than their brief encounters before her illness should have warranted, but again, her mind didn't even notice.
'Weak,' she whispered. It felt odd to speak, as if her throat had forgotten how to form words. 'What....?' she said. She had missed a month, and she still wasn't sure why. Nor did she know what had happened to the rest of the world.