When my eyes next open, there's a cup of tea waiting by my bedside, and Lucas is staring outside the window at the rising sun.
He shifts, catching the movement from the corner of his eyes, and I see them light up when he sees that I'm awake. "Good morning." He grins. "Did you sleep well? If you're feeling up to it we can try eating breakfast again."
I watch him slowly as I struggle to sit upright.
It...still takes effort, and when I manage to push myself up, Lucas is quick to assist me, pulling my pillow up behind me and making sure I'm settled comfortably before taking the seat next to my bedside and picking up my tea to help me with.
He takes the time to blow the steam away from it and test it's temperature for me, and when it's acceptable he hands it to me.
I...carefully take a sip.
I never thought that a cup of tea would be something I looked forward to, but here I am.
