VANESSA BELMONT
It took a couple of days for me to feel well enough to sit up and to talk. While I was in a coma, Nathan had hired physical therapists and masseuses to ensure my body retained its strength and flexibility. Even so, I tired easily. I'd traded my feeding tube for real food, but eating wasn't a pleasant experience.
Nathan was there for me every time I struggled. It was nice to have a partner who cared about my well-being and took care of me without complaint.
It took a while to recount my bizarre three-month dream (or alternate reality experience ... or parallel world travel ... or insane in the membrane). Nathan listened patiently, his expression shifting between concern and fascination.
After I finished telling him everything I could remember (except the sex dream ... that was staying in a memory vault called 'nunyabizness'), my voice was hoarse.
Nathan poured me a glass of water, and I sipped it slowly, the warmth soothing my throat.
