When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Coincidentally, it was mealtime for Marcus. Camelia used to serve him, but today, she passed the tray of food to me.

Staying alive was a lengthy process and didn’t require any fancy reasons, just as long as both parties understood each other.

Camelia and I were on the same page when it came to saving Marcus.

Pushing the door open, I was greeted with Marcus’ back as he sat on the edge of the bed. Camelia mentioned that he was very feeble, so this might be a good sign.

“Oh, you’re awake. Here, you should eat something. The housekeeper has specially prepared some of your favorite food.”

I walked to the foot of the bed and raised the overbed table, laying out all the food. Although they were pre-packed in insulated lunchboxes, they didn’t lack in fragrance and flavor.

Yet Marcus didn’t move a muscle, appearing uninterested.

I reckoned it was too arduous for him to get out of bed or turn around. Hence, I rounded the bed and voluntarily went to help him up.

As soon as my hand made contact with him, he shook it off irritably, his pale face looking sullen. He was evidently still irate at what happened.

“You can’t be

remember that I’m a person

to disagree that you will fight to the bitter end,

up and shot daggers at me. “You’re just trying to

been hurting during our conversation. But in a blink of an eye, he had managed to smooth out the pinched expression, and

didn’t escape my

is the only compromise, I’ll continue my hunger strike until I waste away from thirst or hunger, whichever comes first. The door’s that way if you

officially

right, though. It was either out of sight, out of mind, or giving

patients to threaten

at an impasse, I chose to back down today and left him

come again tomorrow. If you want anything, inform me on WhatsApp,

I left the ward

on staying to take care of Marcus. Thus, we volunteered to look after Tobias since it was

nutritional supplements for Marcus