When the other refused he sighed softly, why was he being difficult? "Bed. You need to rest to heal." He stated again, though watching the other make a face at the drink and refuse it he wondered if they would ever get anywhere. He took the bottle and then took a sip to show the other that it was safe, unsure if that was the issue or not before passing it back. "Drink." He stated again, though he supposed he couldn't really force him and the soup would help in a similar manner... But he was concerned about the large amount of blood loss.<br/><br/>He still didn't understand the other's question, but at least food seemed universal between them... That was a relief. "Yes, good food." He said with a nod, pointing to the bed one last time. "Wait here. I'll bring the food." He held his hand up and then left the room, though he wasn't gone long and returned with a bowl of hot soup filled with vegetables and noodles and chicken, hoping that the other actually did find it palatable. "It's hot, blow on it." He instructed, demonstrating before passing the bowl to the other, and he also put a glass of water on the nightstand as well. "There's more, eat as much as you want." Hopefully, once the male was fed they could really begin trying to work out how they were going to communicate.