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"Are you finished?" I asked, noticing she'd stopped taking bites of her sand- wich.

"I am. It's baby steps right now." She laid her palm on her stomach. "Literally.

"I know, but you have to eat. Dr. Banana Probe said so. I heard him clearly and he is the absolute authority on these things." I gave her an arch of the brows. "Well I'm pretty confident that the good doctor would avoid food too if he spent as much time as I do hung over a toilet, puking his guts out after eating some." "You poor thing—and you have a very good point, my beauty." I leaned in to kiss her lips. "What have I done to you?"

She scoffed and kissed me back. "I think that's fairly obvious, considering where we just spent the last hour." "But the medicine helps, right?" I brushed her cheek, keeping our faces close. I really fucking hated seeing my girl suffer.

She nodded. "Yes. It works miracles." She stood up to go throw away her sandwich wrapper in the bin. Even that small feat garnered attention from those in the