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 Stuart already digging

when did Stuart become

reject anything slightly off his taste, but today he seemed fine with

a warning

choice, Fletcher started eating,

The food was terrible!

was mushy,

them, seemingly enjoying her

shocked, stared

she really just eating

living frugally,

shifted slightly to block her meal from

her dinner, as

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it wasn't for the presence of Stuart and Fletcher, she wouldn't

warningly

head and

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