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.

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

backpack, making sure to include her cherished paints,

supplies from the backpack, and she and Jennie began to

of a

it to see a message

issue with the suppliers and the

reached out to was Sabrina, offering his

wasn’t the one to

wasn’t involved, Damon had acted on Tyrone’s

deep gratitude. My parents wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on

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