*She winced when he put the jacket on her, but was grateful a moment later, then he was warming up her arms and she sighed, heavily. Her eyes closed and then opened. It was a strain for her to talk, but she'd try.*
A good day? A few...*She'd cough and wince.*...weeks ago Micheala and I....I...were outside building....*She;d wheeze and close her eyes, her hands gripping the lining of the jacket.*...built a snowman. I...I showed her I could grow plants, made carrot grow out of snow, ice covered ground. Made her smile. She...she thought it was cool.
*She coughed again, crying a little more, but did her best to school her features and her pain.*