After finishing cooking, Irene brought the still smoky beef porridge and warm water to the bedroom. She really hopes that Victor can enjoy the meal even in a weak state. As long as he pushes himself to eat, that's means he can get better sooner.
Open the bedroom door, slowly Irene went inside. She put the food tray on the side table. Before, sit at the side of the bed. Watching Victor sick face there. Suddenly she remembered the time she was sick long ago. Victor also took care of her like this, or even better perhaps. Now, it's time for her to reciprocate the man's kindness.
Irene gently rubbed the head of the man who was now lying down with his eyes closed. Even if he is sleeping, Irene cannot leave him like that without eating. Afraid if his stomach gets bloated. Because, if that happens, he probably will vomit and get even worst next. So she needs to wake him up.
