Paul smiled weakly.
Returning his smile, Maya asked "Are you feeling better? Maybe some soup?"
There was something about that smile...
He wobbled to his feet, much of his weight resting against the sink as the room spun slowly around. He still felt nauseous.
"No..." he stammered, "No thank you."
"Is there anything else I can get you?"
"N..." Catching a whiff of his clothes, he stopped. "Well... Maybe some clean clothes?"
"I'll see what I can do."
As she stepped from the room, she smi