Put the lime in the coconut...
"Is that you, Whim?"
"I knew you’d come. You're not like all the others."
“I knew they'd all desert me the moment I showed any human frailty.”
“I’m feeling bad today...”
“I think one of them must have poisoned me like that Russian spy.”
“You look like an angel, Whim.”
“Meander never dressed up like that for me. I’d have thought for sure she’d have a nurse’s outfit; maybe one of those cute hats with the Red Cross on it and a bunny tail on the back. Sigh, I guess I’ll never know now.”
“I think it was the Nameless One. Make sure Scotland Yard knows that, will you? He always was jealous of my award.”
“I feel so cold. Why can’t I feel my blog?”
Cough, cough. Sniff, sniff... Shiver.
“I need to rest now, Whim. Huh, what’s that? Well, I guess I could roll over if you think it will help.”
“Hey, hey, what’s that you’re doing?”
“Wait just a cotton-picking minute, girl!
“Are you sure that’s where the thermometer is supposed to go?”