"You don't have to make me soup, really. You've already done enough to help." Sook slid her top back down and tried to sit up a little more. It was still painful but whatever he'd given her had taken the edge off her pain. A few days and she'd be okay to go home. "Thank you for... well, saving my life..." she said softly, her voice a little rough from the screaming. "Do you know where my phone is? I should text Nigel and Adele to make sure they're okay."