Immediately I call to Sven. He helps me lift Bea back onto the bed, not an easy task. We pile on covers and a heating pad. I feed her hot soup. Her teeth are chattering. I want to scold her but can’t. It is my fault for not preventing this. I had told myself I should do something to stop her from removing the covers. Bea had expressed the desire to get out of bed several times over the past few days. I had reminded her gently that she was bedridden. Well, now Bea has proved me wrong.
Luckily nothing seems broken. How strong her bones must be!