I placed down the bowl of soup on his table and shook him on his shoulder.
"Van.." I called him softly. "Van!" but he did not stir and I had to call his name a bit louder. This man was more a pain in the ass than my son. "Van!" my voice raised and pulled away his blanket.
He moaned at that as he opened his eyes. His blue eyes were sleepy when it set to me.
"What?" he asked hoarsely.
"Eat up first, where is your medicine cabinet?" I pointed the bowl of soup at the side table and walked towards his medicine cabinet.
"In the drawer I have medicine there, I told you I took already." he sat on the bead and rested on his back on the headboard.
I opened his drawer and saw three kinds of tablets. I sat on the space on his bed and took the bowl with me. I scooped a tablespoon and offered to h
