"If you're sure..."

She reaches for the tea, remembering he'd told her to drink. God, she was sick of liquids already. But she was also miserably thirsty. Why did every sensation she feel seem to contradict every other? She felt restless and wired, but exhausted at the same time. Parched and full of water, burning and cold....

"Would you stand outside the door and talk to me so I don't fall asleep in the tub?"