Quality of Life

"I'm not--" Sam laughed. "I'm not going to p-pass out." With a smile he put down the tea and picked up the flowers, holding them close to his face and smelling them; Sam wrinkled his nose at the smell, finding he didn't much care for it, and put them back down. "That's very st-strong." He nodded to Isla's advice but he knew he'd be running around outside just feeling everything til he keeled over rather than coming back to risk it being taken away. "I...I know you're busy here with people who are really sick. S-so thank you. For this." He lifted his tea cup to her then drank from it with a smile. SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?