The gentle beeping of the pot signaled that the soup was gently simmering and ready to be taken off the stove.
Mira opened her eyes. What was she supposed to be doing again?
Oh yeah.
The canned soup.
She poured it into a bowl and brought it to the living room.
In the dim light of the lamp on the console table, she could see Zander's still form lying on the couch. His breathing was steady and regular and he did not seem to be in distress.
Wake up darling. It's time to eat something. Mira gently nudged Zander's mind.
She reached out and touched his cheek.
He was warm but it wasn't the dry fevered heat that had subsumed him when he first arrived at her house. Her soul filled with joy.
Zander had beaten the infection!
It was a small victory but right now, any small victory was a huge victory!
