A/N: It's just a little something. I thought I needed some more E/C interaction. More to come soon.
With a grimace, Erik pushed the chicken broth back on the tray.
"I absolutely refuse to eat this again."
"Well, I thought you preferred the chicken to the beef, or I would have ordered you that."
"That's not what I mean. Can't they even add noodles or something? I'm starving to death here."
"Don't be silly Erik. They give you plenty of food." He eyed the lime Jell-o cubes stacked in the small saucer. Jiggily food didn't appeal to him.
"You know, I could really go for a cheeseburger." He gave Christine a hopeful smile. "Fully loaded. Fries. That'd be great." Hopeful smile quickly turned into a grin.
Christine looked up from the book she was reading, fighting an amused smile.
"Once you get the okay from your doctor, I'll be more than happy to get you whatever you like to eat, until then, enjoy your broth." Once again she concentrated on her book.
Erik gave a disgusted sigh. "Fine." He sulked for a moment, and then pried the lid back off of the plastic bowl. "All I'm asking for is noodles. I'm paying twenty dollars for a friggin' aspirin and they can't put noodles in the soup?" Christine merely rolled her eyes up at him. Resigned, he scooted back so he could eat. Wincing slightly from the pain in his chest, he sat up, spooning the noodle-less soup into his mouth.
Erik pushed the dining tray toward the middle of the room, and turned onto his good side, facing Christine. She hadn't left his side since he arrived for more than a half an hour. He had no idea how he could ever repay her for not leaving him alone. When her eyes met his, he patted the empty part of the bed next to him. She climbed into the bed as his good arm went around her waist. He kissed her temple, and settled down for a nap, as he had nothing else to do but sleep.