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

Jennie’s small backpack, making sure

from the backpack, and she and Jennie

a notification of a

opened it to

and the Faulkner family

to was Sabrina, offering his

she wasn’t the one

involved, Damon

wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on your behalf.

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