Silvia Davis POV
"How are you feeling now?" Deviant asked, attempting to spoon-feed me the soup he had brought.
It's just awful, but I can't say that to his face while I lie there with my broken arms. These past two days have been incredibly difficult for me in the hospital.
But I'm grateful that my healing process is much faster than that of normal humans, thanks to the fact that I'm not entirely human. It certainly helps in this particular situation.
"How many times are you going to ask, Deviant? I've already eaten a lot. Just stop it, or else I might vomit on you," I replied, my face filled with annoyance.
"As if I care. Vomit on me all you want. I don't mind. But you clearly need proper nutrition, and this chicken soup has it all. Look at how fast you're healing. It's not a good s
