Iris.
Clara stayed with me for the whole day. Even if I did not speak or o leave the bed. I had never had a female friend like Clara; it was a shame that we met under such dire circumstances. She was the kind of friend that would stick with you through thick and thin. I felt lucky.
"Are you okay?" She asked me for the hundredth time. I nodded slightly. I did not enjoy making her worry any more than I already made her. It was unfair. The tea she brought to calm me down was still in its tray. I did not touch it, and it had run cold.
"You have not had anything to eat." Said Clara.
"I am not hungry," I replied.
"You have to eat something at least. I hired some people in the kitchen, so you would always be nourished. You and your baby."
"I told you. The baby can die for all I care." I replied.
