Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1109

The effect of emotional venting is very good, Shaw cried, and no longer tense, the whole person is a lot more relaxed, before returning to the hospital, also accepted our advice, in the nearest hotel took a hot shower, put on new clothes, simply cleaned up a little, finally look less messy.

It happened to be feeding time, which Shaw had been doing before, and today she handed me the tray of food directly.

The process of retaining life is a long-lasting legacy, without too many flashy reasons, it's enough to be in tune with each other.

Shaw and I have long been on the same side in saving Hank's life.

Pushing the door open and entering, Hank sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me. Shaw said he had been weak, which was a good sign.

"Wake up, eat something, the nanny made it especially well and brought it from home, it's all you love to eat."

said, went to the end of the bed, raised the bed table, will be set out one by one, although all with the thermos box, color and flavor is not missing, very appetizing.

Hank, however, sat motionless, seemingly uninterested.

I guess the action of getting up took most of his strength, and did not have the strength to turn around again, so I went around and took the initiative to help.

Just as his hand touched it, he shook it off, his blood-starved face drooping, obviously still angry about what happened earlier.

I sighed and stood up straight to look at him, patiently like I was talking to a three-year-old doll, "You wouldn't be childish enough to use your body as leverage, would you?"

"Hmph," Hank laughed contemptuously, "you have a worse memory than I do. I was originally a man who would do anything to get what he wanted, wasn't I?"

This blocked me speechless, so I had to change my mind and divert attention, "OK, let's say you want to confront the end, but the body is the essence of the revolution, eat something to replenish nutrition, your 'revolution' will not be able to last longer all the time?"

This offended him, and he jerked his head around and looked at me angrily, "You're confusing the issue!"

When speaking, probably chest pain, the pain of his brow twitched hard, blinking time and restrained to suppress, as if nothing had happened.

Of course it still didn't escape my eyes.

Like to prove himself, he clenched his fist and spoke again, "really if you eat, only then is the compromise, I will go on like this, until I die of thirst and hunger, see no more, now you can go, no one stop you."

Now there is absolutely nothing to do with him.

Hank is indeed right, either out of sight is out of mind, or, be prepared to look away and give in.

Patients are best at this kind of blackmail.

No one will give in, the stalemate continues to be meaningless, I can only choose to leave for the time being.

"It's okay if you don't want to eat, I'll come back tomorrow, let me know what you want to eat Facebook, it's too late, go to bed if you don't have an appetite."

After saying that, he walked out of the ward slowly in silence.

Shaw insisted on staying behind, so we had to watch Steve for her. A half-grown child who spends all day in the hospital can easily get sick.

Before leaving, Dennis instructed the doctor again, depending on the situation to give Hank a little nutritional supplements, through the infusion of fluids into the body, before taking Steve and I on the road home.

By the time they arrived home the kids were asleep, leaving Clarie and Mario, the two of them in the living room around a pile of papers, feverishly calculating something.

"Mom and Dad, you're back." Clarie heard the footsteps and immediately put down the tablet in her hand and stood up in a good manner.

"Back." I smiled and responded, introducing them to each other in passing, "This is Steve, your Aunt Shaw's kid, staying at our house on loan for a while, Steve, this is Clarie."