But before Ellie could explain, Michael opened the door to the room with a rolling cart. One of the wheels was a bit crooked so it was loud when it entered the room, disturbing the moment. Henry knew so the moment was broken. "We can go over the details of this plan tomorrow. Well seeing it is after midnight, I can say that we could conviene in a couple hours. But, the important thing now is I get some good food with helpful nutrients in you for a full recovery."
Michael appeared beside them and the food was revealed with a satisfying aroma. Henry moved and the foldable tray was placed on her lap. It would have been nice to eat in bed with the tray being made of a marbled wood that had veins of gold and green jade running through it. Ellie knew it was not something meant to be used by someone like her. Her limbs were hard to move and her energy had dwindled from her earlier exertion. When she tried to use her hands to raise the spoon the liquid trembled with her hands. The liquid walnut soup dribbled back into the bowl and a bit came onto the napkin laid on the tray. Ellie stared at her own reflection in the soup bowl--she really was becoming useless. Michael had already left after delivering the meal. Ellie knew he would come quick at her call, but she knew he was strained also from exerting care for his own wife. She resigned herself that she would have to suffer quietly. She took another attempt with a wobbling spoon and was surprised to see it steady as Henry took it from her gently and began to blow on it before feeding it to her.
"I don't need your help," Ellie said quickly as she tried to seize the spoon out of Henry's retracted hands. His arms were too long so Ellie couldn't reach the spoon as he held it above her. Her arms slopped to their sides.
He raised an eyebrow as he continued to blow on the next spoonful. "I am not a bad nurse now that you know. I can do anything that Michael can do."
"I'm not saying that you cannot do it. You're feeding me now. But i have my feet back so i can't act like a patient anymore. I'm going to live now." Henry rolled his eyes as he stopped her mid sentence with another hot soup spoon. Ellie was surprised as she tasted the sweetness and tanginess that the excellent chef had definitely painstakingly produced. It was quite a treat. Ellie tried to begin again.
"I mean you shouldn't being doing these kinds of tasks for someone who isn't that close to you."
Henry stirred the soup thoughtfully. "Too many people think just because I grew up in an affluent family that I shouldn't dirty my hands with simpler things. You know there is a pleasure in these type of things. Like being called Henry instead of Mr. Wong." Ellie could feel herself wanting to protest, but he had the spoon ready to silence her. "It's been a long time since I've had these types of experiences in my life. Maybe I've been a bit too regimented."
Regimented? Ellie wanted to smack his head, but her arms were too tired to more. Since it was the only part of her that could move, she rolled her eyes. Henry smirked in acknowledgement before wiping her mouth with the spare hand towel he had found lying next to her. Ellie swallowed the hot soup before commenting, "You're very relaxed. Is this something you have experience doing?"
Henry's face darkened as he looked down at the bowl in his lap. The soup danced in the ladle as he spun it around a bit with unneeded intensity. "When I was still in high school, I went to the psych ward and was with my mother during her last week alive. She was always a hearty eater and very energetic, but as she got more psychotic episodes it was impossible for her to do anything. She was docile when I was around so I tried to be there when I could."
Ellie's eyes tightened. She knew Henry didn't want pity, but she couldn't help cursing her father-in-law. He was so stingy, in return for such a good son he had left that knife to his throat. She started to understand Henry's mixed feelings for his father.
Italian? Ellie mourned the idea and was glad for Henry's foresight. Pasta would not have settled well into her shrunken knotted intestines. Even with such a watery soup, she couldn't drink it all as her tiny body had decided this was full. Ellie was flabbergasted as she starred longingly at the bowl before admitting it sheepishly. "I'm full." She could see on the cart there was still more dishes she hasn't even seen yet. It was such a waste. "I can't believe I can eat this little. I'm usually ravenous. You know I once won a pie eating content?"
Henry let out a gentle laugh. "I'm sure there will be many more eating contests that you will win once you have recovered. The human body does poorly with abrupt change. You need to adjust again before you eat fully. I expected it would be a struggle which is why tonight there was no Italian feast. I will treat you at another suitable day when you are not bedridden. I ordered everything else for me. It's just some hard boiled eggs and some cold noodle salad. It's been my preferred midnight snack for years."
He moved the tray from her lap to his. Then began to serve himself. Once he had thoroughly cleaned the serving plates, he ate quickly. Henry, as expected, was well mannered and clean with the way he ate. Ellie wondered as he licked his lips if he had this same aggression with his other hobbies? She could imagine him in a polo jersey or a mamil riding horse or bike with equal satisfaction. She would like to see him in more figure revealing clothing as she really did not know what he would look like. It was a nice thought to fall asleep to as she relished in what was her first non-drugged sleep in forever.
Ellie was sure she was dreaming when she felt something wet brush against her forehead -- a pair of lips?
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