More than anything

"I mean, it could be both," he said with a quiet laugh. Thomas was content to watch while he ate, though, at least until Greta started coughing so hard that he thought she was either choking or having a fit. He set his lunch aside and quickly rescued hers as Greta just darts off the couch and across the floor to the television.

Thomas couldn't help the way he stared at her, perplexed and more than a little worried.

"Greta? Are you alright?"

He got up to gently pull her back from the TV screen, worried that she might claw at it or something with the way she was staring. Then she was coughing again and he had to quell the quiet panic that threatened to rise in him. No blood; she was alright. "Darling, you're working yourself into a state - what is it?"