sick day (for Will)

Helen had mostly gotten used to the whims of her stomach and tried to avoid obvious triggers - trips to the Winchester had been suspended entirely until she could smell food cooking without setting her stomach on edge. But today, no matter what she did, she still felt terrible. She left the vet's office in Kate's hands and eschewed her Council work in favor of going home and laying down, a damp cloth over her eyes.

It would pass, soon, but she didn't remember this being nearly so terrible when she was pregnant with Ashley. Then again, that was nearly thirty years ago now, and even her memory could fade over time.

When she heard the door swing in, Helen didn't bother getting up and called out from bed instead.

"Please tell me you've nothing to eat with you? I hate food today."