John waved his hand and said, "I can't move."
"Can you really not move?"
John only had a wound on his abdomen. His hands were healthy.
"But I'm tired..." John raised the back of his hand, revealing two needle marks. "I just got the IV taken out, it still hurts!"
Kathleen was at a loss for words. He wanted her to feed him?
She sighed and said, "Which one do you want? Soup?"
She remembered that John used to like soup before meals.
John smiled and said, "Kathy really does understand me."
She looked at the dazzling array of dishes, picked up the hot soup, and said: "Drink this first, it is good for you."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Kathleen looked at him and said, "I didn't expect that your mouth would actually become sweet after getting hurt."
John curled his lips. "You don't like it?" John asked
Kathleen looked at the evil smile on his lips, and her face immediately flushed red. "I don't like it."