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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but then he saw Stuart

when did

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

a warning glance

no choice, Fletcher

The food was terrible!

spaghetti was mushy, and the meatballs were

away from them, seemingly enjoying her meal

shocked, stared

she really

was struggling financially, living frugally, but seeing it in person

Fletcher's gaze, she shifted slightly to block

was enjoying her dinner, as she

the hospital entrance

it wasn't for the presence of Stuart and Fletcher, she wouldn't have even bought the spaghetti. It

warningly at

head and started

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