Alexander Summers was staring at her intently, and Purple Summers felt a strange sense of urgency in his gaze...
"Brother?" Purple called out to him again.
Alexander Summers' expression eased a bit, and he said, "The doctor asked you to eat some fruit to help with your recovery after you wake up. I bought you a fruit salad from the hospital cafeteria."
He set up the small table on the hospital bed, placed a box of fruit salad on it, and appeared to be determined to watch her eat it.
Purple looked at the fruit salad with a frowned brow.
What kind of quack doctor said that? Even though she didn't study medicine, she knew some basic common sense! People who have nearly drowned are usually very uncomfortable since they have swallowed a lot of water. It would be better for them to consume easily digestible food rather than eating fruit!
"... Do I have to eat it?" Purple glanced at him.
Alexander did not speak but merely gave the box of fruit salad a faint glance, his meaning clear.
