Osy swallowed as he glanced at the sandwich in Scorpion's hand. “Can I have a bite?”
“Why? You don't mean it?” Scorpion pursed his lips. “I thought you hate him? Why do you want to eat the sandwich he made?”
Osy frowned.
Though he wasn't hungry, he wanted to have a bite of that sandwich. The urge was too much for him to resist.
“Why?” Scorpion took another giant bite. “I've taken a bite of the sandwich. Do you still want to eat it?”
“I'm hungry,” Osy mumbled under his breath.
“What did you just say?” Scorpion got another sandwich from his bag. He rose from the cushion and strode towards the bed. “Have a bite.”
“You had two with you.” Osy accused.
Scorpion went back the cushion. “You will be discharged soon. The doctors are preparing the bill.” He sat down and leaned on the cushion. “Where do you want to return to? Your house in the city or the one next to the club?”
“The house in the city,” Osy said without missing a beat.
