Robert coughed up some blood and choking rolled on his side  on the bed and cried out in pain. As he regained consciousness he became aware he was in a comfortable bed and dressed in clean clothes. Though still a bit disheveled he felt better than he had in months, and struggled a bit sitting up with his limp arm tied securely to his side. Wondering if he were in a Hospital he staggered from the bedroom into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight and smell of warm biscuits and gravy.  If this wasn't heaven it was close enough for the moment.  he staggered to a chair and sat down. "mam you are an angel sent by God!" he said with as much enthusiasm as his weak condition could manage.