It was a simple offer, really. One that might have gone unnoticed or shrugged off it it hadn't been the first bizarre act of kindness the teenager had offered to someone who plainly didn't deserve it. The very instant those words came out of Sora's mouth, Venom's mind began to join the list of limbs that had started aching with pain. Too kind...

Sora was too kind, and that wasn't meant as a compliment: he worried too much. He should think about himself, about his own health, before he got hurt thinking about someone else. He was still a teenager - weren't they supposed to be selfish?

Venom shook his head again at the suggestion, tentatively reaching for a fork-- ...that was odd. Nurse hadn't given him one-- reaching for a small strawberry to try and discourage the behavior. "I have food, Sora. I don't need yours." Solemnly, slowly, the assassin picked up the strawberry and placed it in his mouth. He could feel his stomach quivering with illness and his mouth grimacing in disgust as the piece of fruit sat there on his tongue before he tried in vain to chew the thing despite a massive headache and a non-existent appetite.

This shouldn't be so hard...

Once Sora's eyes were off him, the strawberry found its way into a napkin and hidden under the tray (he didn't need Sora worrying about him more). He'd eat something later - now wasn't the time. But waiting for the opportunity did allow him to notice something about the boy.

"Something happened." He didn't want to know what it was. It wasn't any of his business. "Are you hurt?"