Edward Stephens bought dinner and came back, discovering Daisy Ginger leaning against the headboard playing with her phone.
She could certainly be called "steadfast despite her injuries." One hand was wrapped up like a dumpling, while the other had a tightly bound wrist, yet she was still using her fingers to poke at the screen.
Edward Stephens put the takeout boxes on the table and glanced at Daisy Ginger: "Time to eat."
It was almost twelve o'clock, and most of the nearby restaurants had closed. Edward Stephens hadn't bought a lot, just several stir-fried dishes and some seafood, all of which seemed to be Daisy Ginger's favorites.
Daisy Ginger sat there, glanced at the dishes, and smiled quietly.
She was still on a drip and couldn't get out of bed, so after Edward Stephens had opened the food containers, he brought the IV drip to the dining table and handed her a spoon.
