Eighty-Six

Ashanti

I sat by Chadwick's bedside in the quiet room, the master bedroom upstairs. He was still very weak and unable to walk, only fed on liquids.

"How's your leg?" I asked him, kissing his forehead. "Do you need me to give you a massage?"

"No," he broke into an easy smile. "Just give me some of the broth and make it warm. It's the only thing I can stomach for now."

"Okay, my love," I whispered, propping up his pillows and heading downstairs to the kitchen. I returned later with the broth, consisting of beef and lots of herbs. It wasn't the most appetizing meal but I knew that Chadwick needed to eat it.

It helped him regain strength and replenish his blood energy levels so that he could get strong enough to fight for himself and get out of that horrible prison. I picked some bread and crackers for myself and headed upstairs, urging him to drink.

"My mouth tastes like shit," he grimaced, refusing to eat. I begged him to try some, but he refused to open his mouth. I headed to the