I sighed, having a hard time feeding him. It’s not like I am his mother. I don’t want to spoon-feed him or something.

“Well, you don’t have a choice. Unless you want to slow down your recovery and stay here longer?” I reminded him.

“I want to eat something else.” He suddenly replied and Inrolled my eyes, knowing what he was referring to.

I rolled my eyes, going to grab the bandage, “Fine, stay still if you don’t want to eat. I’ll change your dressing.”

He seemed obedient today as he sighed and raised his hands waiting for me. “What are you staring at? Go and change my dressing.”

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