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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complaints, but then he saw

when did

slightly off his taste, but today he seemed

a warning glance

Fletcher

The food was terrible!

the spaghetti was mushy, and the meatballs were

bit away from them, seemingly enjoying her

shocked, stared at

really just

struggling financially, living

shifted slightly to block her meal

her dinner, as she was really hungry

food at the hospital entrance was

Fletcher, she wouldn't have even bought the

glanced warningly

his head and started digging in,

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