“Oh you poor thing.” She fussed as she wiped at my mouth with one of the clean cloth diapers. “It’s no wonder your belly is all messed up.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but it didn’t really matter because all I wanted to do was lie down.

She led me over to her bed and helped me to stretch out upon it. Joey seemed genuinely concerned too and insisted on staying with me once Beth finished his diaper change.

After cleaning up my mess, she slipped downstairs and brought up something for us both to eat. Mine was chicken broth with Oatnut Bread with the crusts cut off to dip into my broth; Joey’s was the regular lunch.