Mish's POV
"Mish" Wes says. His voice may be soft but I can't help but groan as he attempts to wake me up.
"Mish you need to eat something".
But the thought of food is enough to make my stomach churn.
"Noooo" I groan, willing myself to go back to sleep before the pain comes on once again.
"Mish its been days... please" he pleads beside me.
"Mmmmmm" is all I can mumble in return, hoping its enough to get him to go away.
"Please Mish" he says again, stroking the hair back from my face, "just a little bit".
"Mmmmmm" I again groan but this time allowing him to help me to sit up.
My eyes are barely open to see Wes holding the spoon out ready for me.
I open my mouth and feel the cool substance slip inside.
After a few more mouthfuls I open my eyes fully and ask "Is that ice cream?".
