When Stuart heard the suggestion, he was ready to refuse outright.

It's not like I'm dying. Why the need for an IV?

He hated lying in a hospital bed, a needle stuck in his arm, feeling utterly vulnerable.

But then he saw Morwenna letting out a relieved sigh, "He's okay, that's good. Oh, I gave him an anti-inflammatory pill at lunch. Will that affect the IV?"

"No, it won't have any impact."

"Thanks, Dr. Vaughn. Let's eat dinner now."

Stuart's refusal was at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back.

Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, his hunch was right; having Morwenna around did make Stuart comply with the treatment.

Morwenna pulled out three packed meal sets and handed one each to Stuart and Fletcher.

Fletcher was bewildered as he opened his-it was the most modest meal set he had ever seen.

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he was full of complaints, but then he saw Stuart

when did Stuart become so

the first to reject anything slightly off his taste, but today

shot a warning

choice, Fletcher

The food was terrible!

was mushy, and the meatballs

sat a bit away from them, seemingly enjoying

shocked, stared

she really just eating

living frugally, but seeing it in person

gaze, she shifted slightly to block

dinner, as she was really

food at the hospital entrance

and Fletcher, she wouldn't have

glanced warningly at

and started

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