Once the nurse left, silence settled over the room. Celina looked at the tray, shifted awkwardly in bed and picked up the spoon with a faint tremor in her hands. She stirred the soup, watching the vegetables drift in the thin broth, and after one spoonful wrinkled her nose. With a sigh she let the spoon fall back into the plastic bowl, her shoulders slumping.

“I can’t…” she murmured.

Thor watched her every move. He sat at the edge of the bed, leaning forward on his forearms.

“Celina… you need t