Soup

The clunk of something on the table jerked me out of the half-stupor I'd found myself in. "Huh?" I brilliantly managed.
Soup." Megan, of all people, said. She gestured to the small container on the table. "Feel better." she added with a small smile before disappearing from the breakroom as silently as she'd come.
I stared after her in surprise. That wasn't....Megan didn't ever interact with anyone without them talking to her first.
So why....
I shrugged as the scent of chicken noodle hit my nose. Ah. I reached out eagerly desperate for something to warm my sore throat. This would definitely do the trick.
I closed my eyes with satisfaction as I swallowed the first spoonful of hot liquid. Oh yes. I would have to thank Megan profusely next time I saw her. This...this was a life saver. 

-Inspiration from grabbing soup for a sick coworker.