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Two days later, I could move my mouth enough to talk. I could also move enough of my body to clumsily push myself up into a sitting position, but I wasn’t able to walk yet. Getting to this point was a long and hard process. Regaining movement a little at a time was frustrating.
My speech was incoherent at first, which was embarrassing.
They’d finally said I was ready to eat real food. And if I succeeded without bringing it back up again, they would remove the tube from my nose.
Korizan brought in a tray of food. I wanted to eat a feast, but he’d already told me I had to start on liquids before I could eat anything heavier. I heard him lift the lid off the tray.
“Veggie soup!” he exclaimed excitedly, knowing I still couldn’t see. “Pureed veggie soup, that is.” It smelled so good tha
