"Drink it, or l'll pry yer mouth open and pour it down yer throat." Soap muttered through gritted teeth, exceptionally annoyed with how you'd been acting all night. You were sick and Soap's patience had ran out rather quickly as you again and again claimed that you were okay, when he so clearly saw that you were not. The second time today now Soap held the bowl of foul smelling soup right in front of your face. He seemed to be serious about what he had said.