Cornered

"Are you okay with that? Or do you need me to give you more?" Trisha asked as she put the now empty plate stop the tray on the side mini sized table.

"Don't worry, it's okay," John nodded, licking his lips in the process. He tucked down a bit to allow his back relax on the pillow, closing his eyes after to ease his body.

He could feel himself much more than before even though he so hated still being in this crap called a hospital. Worse still, putting on the garbage of a clothing he was made to wear.

"Have some water," Trisha offered, and he opened his eyes to see a glass cup being held out toward him. Parting his lips open, the cup was placed on his lip and slowly he gulped down the whole of the content.

It was funny why Trisha was helping out. His hands were still a bit numb from the burns and using them for too long were causing severe pains for him. She had obviously noticed this because what she did straight was insist to help him out.