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.

on Gøøglᴇ to

he was full of complaints, but

did Stuart

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

shot a warning

no choice, Fletcher started eating,

The food was terrible!

was tasteless, the spaghetti was mushy, and the meatballs were nothing

a bit away from them, seemingly enjoying her meal

stared

really just eating

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

Morwenna noticed Fletcher's gaze, she shifted slightly to

as she was

the hospital entrance

Fletcher, she wouldn't have even bought the spaghetti. It

glanced warningly at Fletcher

quickly bowed his head and started digging in, his heart

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