I wasn’t sure where I was, but I could tell I was lying down and no longer on the floor. The lack of echo meant I was in a much smaller room than the one I could last remember being in, and the shuffling of feet told me there was at least one other person there. A pot was boiling somewhere behind me, and every few minutes I felt the pressure of cool hands checking the temperature of my forehead and cheeks. I lifted my hundred-pound eyelids to find Chloe sitting next to me, anxiously fussing with the edge of the blanket that was pulled up under my chin. “Oh!” she jumped when she noticed I was looking at her. “Oh, Min! Min, she’s awake!” “Yes, yes, I see,” Min said, coming into view, shooing Chloe out of the chair so she could sit. “Well now,” she smiled down at me. “How are you feeling?” “I’m not sure,” I croaked over a dry throat. “OK, I guess.” “Here,” Min said, holding something brown to my lips. “Eat this.” “What is it?” I asked, eyeing it.
