Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray couldn't stand it any longer. After seconds of listening, he hung up and promptly switched his phone to airplane mode. Finally, he had some peace.

Walking through the front door, Murray felt his irritation fade as he sighed heavily.

As he went upstairs, for some reason, he found himself drawn to the kitchen instead.

The kitchen was spotless, with all the utensils neatly arranged, conjuring up images of Roseanne bustling around. She used to spend hours making oatmeal. She'd prepare the ingredients the night before, cleaning and soaking them. By the morning, everything would be ready to be cooked with the oats.

He found it all too cumbersome and asked her not to bother, but he'd come home to find a warm, stomach-soothing oatmeal waiting for him every evening.

Eventually, he stopped protesting, contentedly enjoying the food and her affection.

Lost in thought, suddenly, he heard the front door open from the outside.

"Mr. Sherwood?" Sadie greeted. Beverley had sent Sadie over.

After Murray stormed out of the hospital, Beverley, worried about her son being on his own and unable to cope, asked Sadie to keep an eye on him.

could you make some oatmeal?"

Oatmeal again? When in the world was Ms.

reluctantly started to make

the oatmeal was ready, she took it upstairs,

brows furrowed. Sadie gently placed the oatmeal down and returned to the kitchen to clean

slept restlessly, feeling

pierced his vein, a liquid flowed in, and gradually, the burning

by the

heartbroken. At ten o'clock, she had tried calling Murray but no one answered. Worried something might happen, she

him burning up with fever, delirious and

contacted the

Lee, how's Murray?" asked

his temperature. It's coming down. The fever is ultimately due to his chronic stomach issues. I'll prescribe some medication and have it

his rest, Beverley followed the doctor

an IV drip, as

was setting