"I feel like I want to die."
Mark's heart pounded faster as if it wanted to break free from his ribcage.
"What do you feel?" he patiently asked for clarification.
"I can't eat the food." Her voice croaked like a frog. In a normal situation, she would laugh at herself for being like this. But considering Mark and Tania had made some effort to take care of her, she didn't dare to take this lightly.
"But you should," Mark said, plopping on the chair and starting to peel off the plastic wrap that covered the plate. The wrap was there to minimise contamination as the food was transported from the kitchen to the ward.
Stephanie pressed her eyelids, looking adamant to avoid eating.
"Steph, please," Mark spooned out some rice and vegetable, bringing them closer to Stephanie in an attempt to feed her.
