"They told me you refused to eat again."
Atlas towered over Blue who was sitting on a wheelchair, staring out the window with immense focus. And outside the window was just a tree. So Atlas was a bit unclear as to why Blue was fixated on the tree.
"If you don't eat, how're you going to get better? I brought a bowl of congee with me." Atlas moved to drag Blue's chair away from the window.
Blue didn't protest that his personal time was being interrupted. In fact, staring at him, one would think that he wasn't even aware of his personal time being interrupted.
He had a lost expression in his eyes, indicating that everything going on around him wasn't his concern.
Atlas grabbed a nearby chair and sat across from Blue.
Ever since Blue was discharged from the hospital and checked into this particular nursing home, he had been living like a piece of rock—according to Atlas.
