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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full of complaints, but then he saw

Since when did Stuart become so

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

warning glance at

no choice, Fletcher started eating, albeit

The food was terrible!

spaghetti was mushy,

a bit away from them, seemingly

shocked, stared

she really

files had said Morwenna was struggling financially, living frugally, but seeing it

noticed Fletcher's gaze, she shifted slightly to block her

her dinner, as

hospital entrance was too

of Stuart and Fletcher, she wouldn't have even bought the spaghetti. It was so

warningly

quickly bowed his head and started digging in, his

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