Love Worth Fighting For

“After finishing his lunch, please make sure the patient takes his medicine,” said a nurse who was passing by Zwetta at the door.

Zwetta turned towards Christian’s bed which was visible slightly from where she was standing. “Has lunch been delivered?”

“Still on the way, maybe in two or three minutes, Miss.”

Zwetta nodded slowly. “Ok, I understand. Thank you.”

The young nurse then left Zwetta who also immediately went back into Christian’s treatment room, Christian who had been so nervous because of Zwetta’s departure now could breathe with relief after the girl reappeared in front of him.

“I just spoke to the nurse who checked you,” Zwetta said quietly, explaining why she didn’t come back soon. “She told me to make sure you take the medicine provided after lunch.”

“Eat?”

“Yeah, you have to eat before taking the medicine. That’s why earlier....ahhh your food has arrived!” Zwetta’s attention was immediately drawn to a nutritionist who came to bring Christian lunch.

.....

“Please.”

Zwetta smiled. “Thank you.”

The nutrition officer nodded her head in response to Zwetta’s words, because she still had a lot of work to do, the officer then went back to her duties, leaving Zwetta who had brought a plate of highly nutritious food for Christian Clarke who was diagnosed with malnutrition, a disease that should not have plagued a Chistian Clarke who was diagnosed with malnutrition.

“I’m not hungry yet.” Christian who felt his mouth was so bitter, immediately refused the food that Zwetta had not offered him.

The smile on Zwetta’s face instantly disappeared. “What? Say it one more time, I haven’t heard it!”

A cold aura immediately burst from Zwetta’s body, instantly the previously cool room felt so stifling for Christian, whose condition was not very good.

“My mouth is bitter, Zee,” Christian says honestly.

“Force it! Sick people are like that, but you still have to force yourself to eat. If you don’t eat and take medicine, you won’t get better. Do you really want to continue lying in the hospital bed like this?”

“Of course not!”

“Good.” said Zwetta curtly. “You’re not a child to be coaxed into eating!”

Christian, who was preparing to give a refusal, was silent for a moment, seeing Zwetta angry like that made him immediately think of Elena. The first time he met Elena two years ago, the girl was also very cold and curt towards him. And Zwetta’s current way of speaking was so similar to Elena’s. Christian who was confused by the fate that was so tormenting him did not hear what Zwetta said, his focus was really only on Zwetta’s face which was very similar to Elena.

“Come on sit down, I’ll help you,” Zwetta said quietly, her hands ready to help Christian sit up.

Christian, who had not been listening to Zwetta’s words, looked confused when he saw Zwetta so close to his head.

“Come on...”

“What?”

Zwetta took a deep breath, her patience really being tested this time. “I’ll help you eat, but before that you have to sit down first. I’ll arrange a comfortable sitting position for you.”

“You want to do that for me? Are you serious, Zee?”

Zwetta gives Christian a warning look. “Don’t make me cancel my good intentions!”

“Zee...”

“Come on, lift your head a little and let me help you sit down.” Zwetta, who was already very excited to see Christian’s spoiled behavior that was so annoying, was already very impatient, if only she didn’t know that Christian’s condition could be fatal, she might have left the man five hours ago.

With a suppressed smile Christian did as Zwetta ordered, although the dizziness came back when he lifted his head but Christian did it anyway because he didn’t want to make Zwetta angry.

After feeling Christian’s condition was quite comfortable, Zwetta then began to feed the man food that had been prepared by the nutrition department. Seeing the extraordinary healthy and highly nutritious menu made Zwetta grateful, Christian’s condition would soon recover if he could finish the food.

“Open your mouth,” Zwetta said softly. “I know you may be very uncomfortable right now, but believe me this food will make you leave this place immediately. Apart from the drugs and IVs that are currently connected to your body, you need food to help the drugs that have been injected into your body work.”

Christian gulps, trying not to throw up. Seeing the food in front of him at this time made him really want to expel the contents of his stomach which was only water.

“My hands are sore, Christ,” Zwetta said again.

Not wanting to disappoint Zwetta, who was kind enough to take care of him, Christian then forced himself to open his mouth. Fighting the nausea that hit him again, Christian began to chew the food that Zwetta gave him.

Watching Christian eat, Zwetta smiled broadly. She looks so happy to see the man obey her words, not removing the smile from her face, Zwetta again feeds Christian food.

“I’ll help you shave after you eat.” Zwetta offers a kindness that Christian never expected.

Christian who had just swallowed his medicine, looked at Zwetta in shock.

“Don’t be so big-headed,” Zwetta said again. “I’m just so bothered by your mustache and beard, that’s why I wanted to help you shave.”

“Y..you want to do that for me, Zee? Aren’t you disgusted?” Christian asks subconsciously.

Zwetta laughed amusedly. “Disgusted? Why should I be disgusted? Just looking at a rotting corpse I don’t mind, then why just helping you shave should I feel amused? Come on, I’m not a spoiled princess like your sister, Christ. You haven’t forgotten what I do, have you?”

Christian opens his mouth wide, he is so disturbed by the few words Zwetta said earlier. Although he couldn’t hide his joy at hearing Zwetta’s offer to help him shave, the many problems that came and went made Christian not pay attention to his appearance at this time. That’s why he looks like a different person right now, although that doesn’t really detract from his overall good looks. The charm and intimidation of a Christian Clarke is still so strong, although it can not make Zwetta tempted.