Aria slept deeply and dreamlessly, in an exhausted sleep. She woke to the gentle touch of Damien's hand on her shoulder.
Damien called gently. "Aria. It's time to eat."
She opened her eyes, and blinked against the soft light.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Damien told her, "It's eleven AM. You've been asleep for two hours. You need food, and medication."
He helped her sit up, and propped pillows behind her. On the nightstand there was a tray containing crackers, dry toast, ginger ale, and her medication.
"Pick something," he said.
She chose crackers, and nibbled slowly. Feeling her stomach for any moves or reaction. But it accepted them quietly, and with no protest. She ate three, and then four.
"That's good." Damien said, while watching closely.
She took her medication, and sipped
