Malcolm comes in with a tray. "Here, Ruth. I managed to get you a couple of poached eggs, some tea, and some vanilla pudding."
Ruth smiles at Malcolm. "You are a saint, Malcolm. Thank you so much for doing this. It smells so good."
"The nurse said to eat slowly and to have lots of juice. We want you to be healthy." Malcolm says pouring Ruth a cup of tea.
"Where's Catherine?" Harry asks as he adds some milk to Ruth's tea.
"She went home to get some sleep, but she said she would be back this morning. She was quite concerned about you last night." Malcolm tells Harry.
Harry watches Ruth as she winces when she tries to move both arms to cut her eggs. "Here, let me. Don't overexert yourself."
Ruth grumbles under her breath. She hates not being able to be independent. When Harry is finished she takes the fork from him and angrily stabs a piece of her egg. She holds her tea cup and breathes in the soft scent wafting up from the tea.
"Hey, it's okay to let someone look after you every once in a while." Harry says setting knife down on the rim of Ruth's plate.
"This coming from the man who is so independent he won't let anyone look after him." Ruth grumbles at Harry.
"You're right. Point taken, but let Malcolm and I take care of you. You deserve it." Harry holds Ruth's hand gently.