After finishing her modest dinner, Morwenna tidied away the empty takeout containers.

Aside from the two meatballs, they had eaten everything. Nothing went to waste.

She was quite pleased.

The IV had already been prepared, and Fletcher had double-checked it. Opting not to call in a nurse, he washed his hands, donned gloves, and personally administered the injection to Stuart. Morwenna had noticed long ago that Stuart was wary of everyone.

Like this injury, when he was feverish and weak, he refused to let anyone from the Hetfield family know.

It was as if, even though it was just a facade, he had to appear strong in front of those he distrusted.

He was somewhat more open with Norbert, but with Fletcher, it was truly something special.

Every hospital visit, it was always Fletcher who examined him, no other doctors or nurses.

Stuart seemed to particularly trust Fletcher.

As Morwenna thought about this, she didn't count herself in.

She forgot the fact that besides Fletcher, she too was here.

Morwenna saw Stuart frown.

tied around his wrist, making the veins on the back of his hand

about to

Morwenna reached out and covered Stuart's eyes, saying naturally, "If you don't see it, it won't

often accompanied Melvin

were scared of injections, and that's just

after she had covered his eyes that Stuart was not a

blink, and Morwenna felt his eyelashes brush against the palm of her hand, making it

in place, and Morwenna hurriedly

Stuart said nothing.

pretended that nothing

dripped steadily into

the medication making Stuart sleepy, or Morwenna sitting by his

eyes drooped

"Morwenna, you should

I'll keep an eye

today, I can

awkwardly said, "It's just that Stuart is a grumpy sleeper, he

Fletcher understood

he was of no use here;

nodded reluctantly: "Alright then.

sat beside the bed,

bottle was finished, she quickly fetched Fletcher for

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