Windsor's POV
I carefully sliced the apple with methodical precision, trying to ignore Arnold's amused expression as he watched something on his tablet. The soft beeping of medical equipment filled the otherwise quiet hospital room.
"Seriously, how can you watch that garbage while you're supposed to be recovering?" I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation as I continued peeling.
Arnold's lips curved into that infuriating smirk I knew all too well. "Recovery doesn't mean brain death, Windsor. Besides, this particular piece of entertainment has been trending all over the Simona platform. I have to admit, it exceeded my expectations."
The knife slipped slightly in my grip, and I shot him a withering glare. "Maybe you should focus on actually getting better instead of consuming trash content."
Pauline's laughter bubbled up from her chair beside the bed as she smoothly took the apple and knife from my hands. "You're way too easy to rile up, Windsor. It's almost unfair."
