There was a whole tray of dry toast in her room, waiting beside her bed, and her stomach roiled at the thought of food but she knew that she needed something to eat, she needed to keep her strength up or she would be back in the hospital with wires on her chest and fluids being fed into her veins and more of the drugs that confused her and it would be easy to just slip away like that, but she didn’t want easy, not any more. Not now that she was beginning to remember.