or maybe just the sound of a scream would make a suitable title.
Annika is bleeding, again. Impossible. My mind is still trying to wrap around it. So far we haven't had any of the great quantities of her past acute bleeds. But it's blood where it is most definitely not supposed to be.
On the plus side, her mood today is better than it's been in a few days. She's like a little prisoner, looking forward to the release to the outside world, but then overwhelmed and unhappy with all that freedom. Back in her little blue and yellow room, she's perked up back in familiar surroundings.
Or maybe it's just that the antibiotics have the fever under control. Whatever it is, she's speaking and grinning and coming up with mischievous plans involving straws and unused packets of ketchup (just imagine).