Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 53

Luca’s POV

“Would you like to go to the hospital, sir? It seems like your condition has worsened.” Sarah started to say and I slowly and carefully pushed myself to a sitting posture, a small groan leaving my lips as my tired muscles protested loudly and painfully.

I haven’t even had the damn drugs yet, of course I was only going to be getting worse. I rolled my eyes a little as those words echoed around in my ear before gesturing towards the part where the switch of the air conditioner was located.

“Turn off the air conditioners.” I say to her, feeling another ghost of cold air lick against my naked skin, another wave of cold making its way into my bones through my skin, once again.

She turned around without questions, walking towards the switches to do as I asked before walking back to me and standing before me once again.

“I had Matilda make these, because it’s almost tasteless and some soup for you to swallow after the meal, since it helps with any kind of nauseous feelings and is a bit spicy as well.” Sarah started to say as she turned around and lifted the tray and brought it forward to place it on the spot before me, so it was almost touching the side of my pants covered thigh.

I glanced down at the tray and noticed the amounts of drugs which were placed in a small plate on the right side of the tray, the plates of food and bowl of soup occupying the remaining space of the tray.

I reached for the drugs at first but Sarah reached out and moved it out of my reach before I could get it and threw me a knowing look. “The food first, before the drugs. You’d only hurt yourself if you took any kind of medication into your stomach without having at least a little bit of food in your stomach.

I tried scowling at her at first but gave off on a slow, quiet and resigned sigh when it occurred to me that she was after all doing this for my own good, and not hers.

I reached for the spoon and lifted it up a little before dropping the spoon into the plate and flexing my fingers which were starting to feel numb.

I picked it up once again and scooped up a little bit of the rice before shoving the spoon into my mouth and chewing on the rice a little to swallow it. My mouth tasted really bitter and was almost at the point of it being tasteless since I couldn’t taste the rice the way I was thinking I’d be able to.

It also wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be, thankfully. I thought as I scooped up another spoonful of rice– this time, and shoving it into my mouth. The fact that I haven’t started to feel like I was about to puke was something, the way I had thought it was going to be if I dare to try eating tonight.

I managed to eat half of the rice on the plate before dropping my spoon back in tray, beside the plate before pushing it backwards. I reached forward and picked up the glass of water on the tray, tipping it backwards against my mouth and almost downing the whole content in one go. I dropped the now empty cup on the tray and let out a loud yawn and a burp, before remembering that I wasn’t alone in the room, and that Sarah was still here, on the bed, a few feet away from where the tray was currently in.

I glanced upwards to find her chuckling quietly as she watched me with a familiar look in her eyes, before glancing away almost immediately and staring back down at the scattered tray before me.

I wasn’t feeling as weak as I was feeling before, but then I wasn’t suddenly feeling like hulk, I still felt weak as fuck and stil felt like I couldn’t make it to the walk in closet without grabbing at the walls for support — but I guess it was better than the place I was at before I had gotten food into my stomach, whereby it felt like I’d end up on my ass if I had attempted standing up from the bed.

“Can you try to get some of the soup into your stomach?” Sarah asked from her position on the bed and I shrugged a little without replying to her question.

I was going to try some of it though, even though it smelled not so appealing to my nose — unlike the rice which had zero smell.

I picked up the second spoon on the tray which was a brown wooden spoon for scooping up soup and dug it a little into the hand filler bowl of soup before lifting it up and placing it lightly over my tongue. The soup tasted really awful like I had feared, making me retch a little as the smell wafted into my nose for that position and I dropped the spoon back into the tray almost immediately with a squeeze of my face

“Is it that bad?” Sarah asked with a laugh and I nodded my head once before reaching for the bottle of water on the tray and uncapping it to take a huge swig directly from the bottle.

“You’ve tried, with the amount of rice you were able to get into your stomach, I honestly thought you weren’t going to be able to eat more than a few bites, and was thinking you were going to finish the soup since you’ve always loved the chicken soup on a normal day.” Sarah started to say and I pursed my lips a little before starting to say.