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“I’m not joking,” he growls.

“Yeah, okay. How about you tell me what happened, and then I’ll eat?”

He gazes at me unsmiling. Silence surrounds us before he suddenly sighs.

“An accident. I’m not too sure. Now eat.”

I roll my eyes. Of course, Reed would take the easy way out. I should’ve known he wasn’t going to give me anything.

He raises the bowl once more, presenting the soup. I’m a weak man, because I give up and take the bowl from him. A hiss escapes from my mouth as I try to lift the thing. Reed pulls back, placing the bowl back on the tray.

“I was going to eat.”

My stomach growls as if on cue. I open my mouth to say something else but stop when Reed grabs the spoon and comes towards me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, frowning.

He eyes the spoon and then me. As if he’s clearly telling me exactly what he’s doing. Which from the looks of it, he’s going to try and feed me. I want to die of humiliation. I doubt my own parents even fed me; they probably had the nannies do it.

Reed seems fine with shoving the spoon in my mouth, so I save us both the headache and open my mouth. The moment the soup touches my tongue, I groan. Even before the dead rose up, I don’t think I’ve tasted anything this delicious. Part of me wants to feel embarrassed that Reed is feeding me, but I can’t. Something about him feeding me shouldn’t be sexual, but that doesn’t stop my dick from pulsing.

My eyes drift close as I swallow spoonful after spoonful. It’s not until I’m halfway through that I know I need to ask more questions instead of just letting him get away with a stupid simple answer.

When he brings another spoonful towards me, I shake my head.

“How long have I been here?”

Reed eyes me for a moment before placing the spoon and bowl onto the side table. He grabs the two white pills and water before holding them out to me.

“Take these.”

“What are they?” I ask, eyeing the pills.

“Pain meds.”

“Again, what are they?”

“Oxycodone.”

My head jerks back, confused on how he would get anything like this in this world.

“Uh, how did…” I trail off.

“Must you ask so many questions?”

“Yes. I’m known for it. Now answer me, where in the world would you get those?”

Reed blinks slowly, and I imagine he’s clenching his jaw. But since I can’t see his face anymore, I can’t know for sure.

“It’s a long story,” he mutters. Reed holds out the pills once more, waiting for me to take them.

“It seems like we have some time, so get to explaining.Please.”

Reed doesn’t say anything. Not that I expect him to. Reed’s a closed door, hot and cold. I don’t understand him. His gaze on me has me growing self-conscious. My heart beats so hard that I swear I’m going to throw up everything I just ate.

He remains silent, placing the pills down on the side table. Darkness seeps through the walls, everything closing in. I watch Reed stand from the side of the bed and grab the tray.

“Take the pills or don’t.”