Yeah, she wasn't going to accept it back. Sorry. He could give it to one of his sisters if he wanted but she wasn't going to take it back. Dorcas felt horribly guilty for asking him to come along. If she hadn't... He wouldn't be laying in that bed with a hole in his back.
She didn't answer his question on how she was except with a quick flash of a weak smile. Instead, she focused on pulling the little bedside table over him and opening up the tupperware so the full chickeny smell could hit him. Tupperware dinner on the table, she fished a plastic wrapped disposable fork from her jacket pocket and held it out to him. "I kept getting hints on to not be dropping by every ten minutes myself," her smile grew a little, "And I did so. Like you're going to get proper food in here."