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 Stuart

when did Stuart

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

shot a warning glance at

choice, Fletcher started eating, albeit

The food was terrible!

tasteless, the spaghetti was mushy, and the

sat a bit away from them, seemingly enjoying her meal

stared

really just

was struggling financially, living frugally,

shifted slightly to block her

was enjoying her dinner, as she was really hungry

food at the hospital

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

warningly at

bowed his head and started digging in, his

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