I looked down at myself in the gown, thinking about how far my legs had been spread before... Just then, I heard talk of food. Yummy food. One of the patients had wandered out of their makeshift room, and they were talking to the nurses about getting something to eat. The other patient chimed in, agreeing. My stomach grumbled right on queue, and I weakly raised a pointed index finger out past my curtain. "Uhm, food for me, too, please." I knew there was no way I could walk right now, not easily anyway. My legs were just too sore. So I stayed in bed still.