My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

When we arrived at the hospital, a specialist was in the middle of giving Irvin a check up. Hendrix sat with me in the corridor just outside the ward.

I thought that Shirley was already inside. However, when the check up was done, only thee doctor and a nurse stepped out from the ward.

Hendrix had to go to the consultation room to collect the results from the check up. I headed in with the food.

Irvin must have woken up from the noise. With his head resting against the headboard, he was staring out his window with a blank face. He wasn't moving at all and looked like a statue. "Good morning," I greeted quietly. I closed the door, stepped in, and started to open up the food containers.

I had prepared enough oatmeal for one person. It was still steaming hot, so I scooped up a spoonful and blew on it to cool it down. I then brought the container and the spoon close to his mouth.

As expected, Irvin turned his face away and silently resisted my attempt to feed him.

I laughed angrily and suppressed my temper. Then, I told him, "I made this myself. Are you sure

you won't give it a try?"

Irvin didn't even turn around and said, "Such tacky tactics. Did you think I would fall for that?"

"You don't have to be so wary of me." I felt discouraged and placed down the container of oatmeal. I then toughened up and said, "Whether you wish to eat this or not, it won't determine whether you live or die. Instead, I will lose all care and respect that I have for you. You're not afraid to die, fine. But can you live knowing that I will forever despise you from now on?"

harsh words, but after several unsuccessful attempts, this seemed to be the best solution. So, if Irvin wasn't willing to cooperate with the easy way, I would have to deal with him the

few seconds, then finally, Irvin reacted and slightly

he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the

he swallowed

asked,

lips. His dry and chapped lips were wet from the oatmeal, causing them to stick together. It seemed like he was having a hard time speaking. "How much salt did you put

a moment, I'll

eating something lighter. I may have neglected that part. However, it was rare for Irvin to eat willingly. That's why I didn't feel tired

several times.

out to me and said, "Just add some water and it'll be fine. Why put

moment then smiled. "That'll work

the oatmeal. Bite after bite, Irvin obediently finished all of

some of the containers. But, as I was about to reach in to grab them,

to peel an apple. I then pulled out a

he finally couldn't hold

I continued to peel the apple, I replied