A New Reflection

I take the nasty-smelling food that Declan gave me, and I walk into Syla’s room.

“Syla, how are you feeling this morning?” I ask her. Because she’s on her stomach, she has to lift herself up and turn her head to look at me.

“Hi, Naiara. I’m doing okay,” she says, her voice raspy but better.

“You can talk! Yay! Declan sent me in with some food for you,” I say, moving over to her. Her lip curls like