Shy
Greyson said again, looking at the fork that had yet to make it to Indianna's mouth.
"I think I might throw up if I eat," Indianna admitted.
"Try," Greyson said. "Please, just try, sugar."
Indianna gulped and slowly lifted the fork to her mouth. She chewed the pasta slowly and eventually swallowed it.
"Thank you," Greyson said and walked round the bed, laying down next to Indianna. He sighed loudly and covered his face with his hands. "I'm so fucking tired," he muttered. "I've not slept since I found out about Martha."