Honey-90

Jerry returned to Shaquelle's room. He also looked at the woman who was still awake, staring outside the hospital window. The air was really cold. Even when he returned, Jerry had bought a cup of coffee and by now the coffee is cold. Even though earlier when he bought it it was still hot and steaming.

Seeing this, Shaquelle chuckled, and maybe when the hot coffee stopped on Jerry's tongue it wouldn't feel hot either.

"Even though I bought it when it was hot. Now the coffee is cold, like ice cubes. " grumbled Jerry irritably. Feeling like throwing away the coffee but unfortunately it hasn't been drunk at all.

Finally Jerry took one sip of his coffee, then threw the cup into the trash. He immediately sat beside Shaquelle and stared at the food that Shaquelle had not touched. Quickly the man took the food and fed Shaquelle painstakingly.

"You're gone half an hour? Where are you going?" Shaquelle asked as she chewed her