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

about to insert

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

past, she often accompanied Melvin to take

and that's just what

she had covered his eyes that Stuart was not

to blink, and Morwenna felt his eyelashes brush against the palm of

needle was quickly in place, and Morwenna hurriedly withdrew

Stuart said nothing.

that nothing

steadily into Stuart's

medication making Stuart sleepy, or

eyes drooped

you should rest now,

keep an eye on the IV, and I'll call you

busy today, I

Stuart is a grumpy sleeper, he

this, Fletcher understood

he was of no use here; Stuart wouldn't rest comfortably

reluctantly: "Alright then.

her head and just sat

finished, she quickly fetched Fletcher

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