Chapter 11: Vessel of darkness

MIRANDA 'S POV -

Chris entered the room, balancing the tray awkwardly in his hand. He looked at anything but me as he said," Have this soup. It will make you feel better."

"Sure, if you bring it to me.", I said to the figure standing ten steps away from me with the food in his hand. The aroma of the soup definitely made my stomach rumble.

He trudged forward and placed the tray on my lap. I touched the lid to open it but instead flung it away as soon as the hot surface made contact with my fingers," Jesus, it is so fucking hot!" Chris looked annoyedly as he said," Who asked you to touch that, butterfingers. If only you would hav used your eyes a little, you would have noticed the cloth I had placed on the tray since I brought the soup boiling hot.", he lectured snatching my hand to inspect it while I sulked saying," Who even brings such hot food for a patient. You could have at least given me a heads up. I was just trying to eat here."