Jennifer's eyes rolled toward the door. She didn't want to get up. She did not want to have to move. She squinted at the knob, trying to make it come into focus. What she saw there would have made her smile, if her face didn't hurt so much.
"Cob in. It's oben." raising her voice just that little bit made her fall into a fit of coughing.
Jennifer really wanted to know why god had allowed snot to make it all this way down the evolutionary process.
She snuggled the new tissue box to her side and stared at the soup. She'd have to sit up a little to eat it, or she'd make a huge mess. And Jake was already doing so much for her, and she probably already had a ripe enough smell to her without adding old soup to the mix.
"Two blankeds." She muttered. Suddenly she felt as if winter in Russia had descended in her living room.