Menachem leaned his head back for a few moments while he waited. While he was in pain and reeked of whatever covered him, he was out of that hole and the only place to go was up, as long as that wretched older brother of his didn't get wind of this. But there was no way, Uriel could keep a secret.

The smell of the soup had him up again and he smiled slightly at the appetizing bowl. "Thanks doc. You're the best." He reached for it and knew he had to be slow but he was so hungry. He took a spoonful, and while the second tempted him, he gave it a moment. He shut his eyes to not look at the food for a few seconds. Finally, he took another. "I'll be slow. Don't worry. " He breathed deeply, feeling relief washed over him. "You saved my life."