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

did Stuart become so

off his taste,

a warning

choice, Fletcher started eating, albeit

The food was terrible!

the spaghetti was mushy, and the meatballs were

bit away from them, seemingly enjoying her meal of

stared at

she really just eating

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

shifted slightly to

was enjoying her dinner, as she was really

at the hospital entrance was

of Stuart and Fletcher, she wouldn't have even bought the

warningly at

his head and started digging in,

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