Wenda: please, just let me rest. I'm not hungry. 
*She's getting more and more agitated, her voice becoming more hoarse.*

Wenda: I don't want it. 
*She turns away from you, her body shaking slightly. She's starting to feel nauseous.*

I don't care if I have to feed you like a baby you will eat it I'm not trying to be rude I'm doing it for your own good

Wenda: *whimpers* but I'm not a baby. 
*She tries to push you away, but she's too weak to do anything.*

I know you're not, but you need to eat. *I take a spoon and hold it up to her mouth*

Wenda: *turns her head away* no, I'm not hungry. Please, just leave me alone. 
*She's starting to get upset, her breathing becoming more erratic.*