After a relapse, her eyes opened. She was back on the bed, tucked in tight to the sheets. Her strength was retained, she wasn’t as idle and weak as she was a moment ago. It felt like she had slept the whole of yesterday. She looked to her left and the wind blew lightly on her face. The curtains were open and the sunlight was yellow and blooming. She looked to her right and the door was open ajar. 

Manny was outside laying on the ground. She laughed at the way his head poked out the opening of the door. “What are you doing,” She asked rubbing her eyes.

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