Lifting her gaze to Tyrone, she added, “You should get your treatment.”

Tyrone remained motionless, lost in thought.

The nurse entered, infusion bottle and a sterilized needle in tow. She cast a quick glance at him, querying, “Would you prefer the sofa or the bed?”

Tyrone turned around and sat back on the sofa. “Here.”

“Alright then.”

With practiced ease, the nurse attached the infusion and inserted the needle into Tyrone’s vein.

once the nurse departed, she gently blew on Tyrone’s hand. “It won’t hurt,” she

thoughtfully packed Jennie’s small backpack, making sure to include her cherished paints,

out the art supplies from the backpack, and

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it upon yourself. You have our deep gratitude. My parents wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on your behalf. Are

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