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.

out in a patient tone, “You can’t be so childish to be using your

remember that I’m a person who

agree to disagree that you will fight to the bitter end, but

up and shot daggers at me.

told me his chest must have been hurting during our conversation. But in a blink of an eye, he

my

my hunger strike until I waste away from thirst or hunger, whichever comes first. The door’s that way if

was officially out of

either out of sight, out of mind, or giving

patients to threaten others

impasse, I chose to back down today and left him

a bite. I’ll come again tomorrow. If you want anything, inform me on WhatsApp, or you could rest if

the ward without another

care of Marcus. Thus, we volunteered to look after Tobias since it was not the wisest choice for a

administer nutritional supplements for Marcus intravenously before