'I'll go get him some food.' Clyde spoke, standing up from the bed. 'What are you recommending, doc?' He asked Carlos

'Soup would be great and easy for his stomach to digest. Best choice for the first few times' he said

'Soup it is' Clyde replied and disappeared beyond the door I didn't notice was there before. There were four doors at the room. One infront of and one behind me which I didn't know what they were. One to the left of the bed, the one we entered through. And the fourth was to my right, the one Clyde just got out from

Carlos and Eddie were talking between themselves while I had my head on Eddie's chest, my eyes closed as I listened to his silent, calm heartbeats. They managed to calm me down somehow. The injection might've helped a bit as well

Soon enough, Clyde returned with the food. It smelled so good and I was starving. I was starving but when Eddie held it infront of me, my stomach felt uneasy. I felt nervous and thinking about eating made me feel nauseaous

I buried my head back into his chest and they didn't like my reaction. About rejecting the food I mean

'If he won't eat up soon, I'll have to take him to the hospital. We might even have to put feeding tube in him' Carlos said, making me shiver and press myself closer to Eddie. No. I won't let him touch me!

'I think it would be smart to leave you two alone for a bit. Maybe then he might be less nervous' he ruffled my hair slightly. Okay, I did let him touch me just now. That was different though..

Clyde stood up, a bit reluctantly, and he and Carlos made their way out through the door Clyde entered through not long ago, leaving me and Eddie alone

Eddie put the food down and adjusted me more comfortably before picking up the bowl again. Straight to business I see

'Buddy, come on' he lifted the spoon to my lips. I didn't move. 'Parker, please, just try it' he begged. It made my heart warm that someone cared for me so much they would even try to feed me. It meant the world to me. Really

I didn't want to disappoint him. If he was trying, then so should I. So I opened my mouth and he gently put half of the spoon in. The taste was heaven. I never felt heaven but I was pretty sure that was at least a taste of it

I hummed and he laughed. 'It's good huh?' He asked. I smiled, nodding frantically. He smiled back, excited that I was cooperating with him. I could see the relief on his face

When he brought the next spoon towards me, I immediately opened my mouth. In the next one, I tried taking the spoon from him but he pouted. POUTED. That was, umm.. adorable. Yes. Very much so

I didn't argue and just let him feed me. He made such silly faces that I was afraid I'd choke on the soup but somehow managed to hold myself from laughing. He seemed to enjoy it very much though and it made my heart flutter with warmth. If he was ever gonna have kids, he would be a great dad

He kept feeding me more and more, until I couldn't anymore. So when he brought the all too familiar spoon towards my mouth for the one thousand and one time, I moved my head to the side and gently pushed his hand away

'Are you sure? There's more than a half left' he asked. I nodded. I know I didn't eat much but I was full to the brim. One more spoon and I knew I was gonna throw up. And by the way, the bowl was pretty huge for me so that made sense

'Well, okay. I won't push you.' He put the bowl to the side and cupped my cheeks in his warm palms. 'I am very proud of you'

My heart swelled up with pride and other emotions so much that I thought it was gonna explode. I'm sure my eyes sparkled even. I buried my head in his chest as the most idiotically, biggest smile I've ever felt, stretched my lips