[~Music Recommendations: Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys & Set to The Rain by Adele~]
Frank was busy finishing his poetries when Nana entered into the room with the tray of freshly cooked breakfast. The delicious aroma of the food wafted in the air but the stubborn man remained seated completely unfazed.
"Loverboy, you need to keep yourself fit to look after your girl," Nana remarked in a mocking tone finally catching the bodyguard's attention. Getting rid of the diary and pen he rolled out of bed; he caught hold of the tray and landed it over the coffee table.
"I'll clean her; Leave for some time," Nana said in a gentle tone while Frank left. How could he eat well when Anna was getting her nutrients delivered by a tube? Even her lungs were connected to life support.
