"Okay," she lowers her feet to the floor and stands. The soup might be cold now and he might need something more to eat. She mentally berates herself for not remembering when she was downstairs and walks over to the tray. Pressing her hand against the thermos it feels cool, but steam rises after she takes off the lid. This Bar has really good storage containers. She brings the tray over to the bed and puts it down on the bedside table.
She hasn't had to take care of anyone since Angie and she's unprepared for the sharp pain that memory causes, holding her hand against her chest and breathing through the moment. She turns away and pours the soup into a bowl, then sits down again.
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Date: 2007-02-11 06:06 am (UTC)She hasn't had to take care of anyone since Angie and she's unprepared for the sharp pain that memory causes, holding her hand against her chest and breathing through the moment. She turns away and pours the soup into a bowl, then sits down again.