"Why aren't you eating, babe?"
Grant stood over me, frowning. I shifted on the cot and slid my arm over my eyes.
"Headache," I moaned quietly.
I felt him sit down. He touched my arm, and it was all I could do not to swat his hand away. I shuddered slightly as his hand started moving up and down, stroking my skin gently.
"You haven't eaten anything in three days," he responded. His hand grasped my wrist and moved my arm from my face. He stared at me with narrowed eyes. "You need to eat."
I shook my head gently and rolled over so my back was facing him. "No," I replied. "The last time I tried to eat, I just threw it up."
I felt him stand up and heard him sigh. "Ok. I'll leave it here. Just try, please," he said.
I turned my head to face him and gave him a little smile. "Sure," I murmu
