Blake looked down at the tray that had just been placed in front of him.
"..."
Well, it wasn't as though he had expected a five-star meal.
Still, it somehow managed to look even less appetizing than he'd imagined.
A small piece of steamed white fish rested beside a scoop of mashed potatoes and a handful of boiled carrots and green beans. Everything was almost completely devoid of color, as if seasoning itself had been outlawed inside the hospital.
'Looks healthy...'
The nurse chuckled softly at his expression.
"It isn't that bad."
Blake looked up, offering an awkward smile.
"I'll trust your judgment."
"You shouldn't, I only say that for comfort."
The nurse laughed before checking the IV bag hanging beside the bed, making sure the drip was still flowing properly.
He jotted a few notes onto Blake's chart, then adjusted the monitor beside him.
As Blake picked up his fork, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.
"Oh, can I ask something?"
"Of course."
