Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1111

When we arrived at the hospital, the specialist was consulting with Hank and Dennis sat with me outside in the hallway waiting.

I thought Shaw was in there, but only the doctor and nurse came out at the end of the day.

Dennis had to go hear the results of the consultation, so I went ahead and brought in the meal.

Hank should be woken up, sitting against the bed, expressionlessly looking out the window, motionless, like a statue.

"Good morning." Whispered a greeting and closed the door, before going in and opening the lunchbox.

The porridge was only prepared for one person, and it was still steaming. With the lunch box, I spooned a spoonful, blew out the heat, and brought it to his mouth.

Hank unexpectedly put his face to the other side, silently resisting.

Being angry and laughing, but can not help but continue to be patient and try to communicate, "I made it with my own hands, sure not to try a bite?"

Hank didn't even look back, "Small favors, think I'll fall for that?"

"You don't have to be so defensive." I deflated, simply put down the porridge, attitude tough, "this meal you eat or not, will not determine your life or death, but will corrupt the little good feeling you have left in my heart, you are not afraid of death, then you are afraid that I completely disgust you?"

Kill the heart but so, I do not want to risk stimulating him to say such ruthless words, but all things, there is always a way to overcome, soft Hank is not used, the attitude can only be more forceful.

The atmosphere stagnated for a few seconds, Hank finally reacted and turned his head a little.

I reached out again, opened my mouth cooperatively, and swallowed the porridge.

One bite went down and frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Don't you like lean bok choy porridge?"

Hank lifted his lips, dry lips almost stuck together from the porridge, making his speech look extra strained, "How much salt did you put in?"

"Too salty? Just wait, I'll go back and make a new one."

The porridge is made according to the taste of the family, the patient's taste may be lighter, but I neglected, rare Hank willing to eat, two more trips do not feel tired.

I was just about to put the porridge back when Hank stopped me again, "You can eat it with plain water, and I have to wait for you to toss it back and forth? No patience."

I was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "That's okay."

After that, he went to get some hot water and mixed it into the porridge, feeding it one by one, and Hank obediently ate it all.

There were a few more Chinese meals in the lunchbox, and when he asked for more, he impatiently shook his head and refused.

After packing up the dope, I was ready to peel an apple, so I pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.

Hank kept looking at me, halfway through peeling the apple, and finally couldn't resist speaking, "You came, can I assume, to have agreed to my terms?"

I froze for a moment before continuing again, saying faintly, "No."

He took a deep breath and laughed at himself again, "You're here early, earlier than that stupid woman, guess if you come in at this time tomorrow and see a living, breathing me or a cold corpse?"

The words scared me so much that I almost scratched myself, gritting my teeth and betting on it, "In that case, I won't shed a single tear."

He said then looked up and fiercely reached out and disliked the peeled apple to his mouth, "A coward who completely disregards his family and friends and goes to his death to fight for a breath of air is not worth me feeling sorry for him."

Hank's reflexive body hand caught the apple, and I instantly let go and got up with a stern face, huffing and puffing towards the door.