Upheaval

'I feel OK,' you lie, keenly aware of ache all over your body. But lying feels right. It feels safe.

'Good.' She smiles uneasily. 'Say, where did you get that?'

You look at the compact in your hand. 'I found it. On the table.'

'Oh.' She smiles again, and something about it seems off. 'Must be one of the nurses. Let me take it.'