Helen was many things, spy, agent, hypnotist, proficient in the sciences etc etc. The list went on so long you'd think she had a mastery of everything. After falling ill you quickly learned this was untrue.

She was obviously doing her best but putting what you read in a book to practice is harder than it seemed. Not to mention she wasn't the best cook.

Sporadically she'd come in, ask you some questions and comfort you then quickly scurry back to her mountain of work.

Helen perched on the bed next to you and smoothed out your cow licked hair. "You still look a bit dreadful, love. Anything you want for tea? If you're up for it."