Liz gently set a tray down on the adjustable table beside the bed before carefully helping her fiancé sit a little more upright.
Seven months had passed since the incident that left him bedridden, yet every movement still required patience. She had become so accustomed to the routine that she barely thought about it anymore.
"There..." she smiled softly as she adjusted the pillow behind his back. "Comfortable?"
He shifted slightly before giving a small nod. "Much better."
She smiled. "I made your favourite."
He looked down at the neatly arranged plate.
The vegetables had been cut into smaller portions to make eating easier, the soup was still steaming gently, and the chicken had been carefully deboned. "You always spoil me."
"I have to," she picked up a spoon and stirred the soup slightly.
"It'll be too hot otherwise."
After making sure it had cooled enough, she handed him the spoon.
He took it before looking up at her with warm eyes. "...Thank you."
