One fine day

I get the call about 20 minutes after I've handed her over to P. to take her down to radiology.

"She threw up a bit and she's in pain, of course more now the Oxy's probably come up, too."
"Food?"
"No, just clear, the food won't come up probably until after the treatment, so she's good to go. You know, this is just the typical...
"Yep. So..."
"Yeah, she's fine."
"Okay, good, then I'm good to leave?"
"Yep. Call you later."

Pause.

"I'm glad she's fine."
"Me too"

***

Language is a funny thing. You can completely deconstruct existing definitions and reconstruct them to suit yourself in a matter of moments.
We do that with only one, though. The mother language we keep intact and safe from these subjective manipulations. They're the words she taught us. Those we don't change.

***

She knows that Rashid Khan, heading the Ghooches of Khorasan, hasn't been heard of in several days. She knows that there is a great price on his head and that even if his enemies haven't gotten him, his own friends may have turned him in for that kind of money.

But she's knows she can't fall apart in front of everyone because that's just what they expect and because that's not what he wants.

So she says, it's fine.

Rashid Khan - [unknown]