" I don't want to eat that! It's bitter!" I spoke out in a displeased tone.
" Stop behaving like a child! The soup is good for your recovery, so stop complaining already and eat up!" Mrs.Francis spoke out in an assertive tone.
" Yes, ma'am!" I drank the soup as I had no other alternative.
Mrs.Francis saw how displeased I was while drinking the bitter soup but she smiled connivingly. I glanced at her but that didn't change her expression in the slightest.
I don't enjoy having such bitter soup! I hope never to land in a hospital again in this lifetime! I intensely thought to myself.
" What will you do now?" Mrs.Francis asked me suddenly.
Her question startled me! Where was that question coming from? That was what I was thinking in my mind.
" What will I do about what exactly?" I asked Mrs.Francis in a confused tone.
