Felicity was lost in a sea of confusion as she listened to him. But from the urgency in his voice, she could tell the situation was serious. After thinking it over, she finally asked, "You and Ms. Sanchez, you caught the same bug?"

Miles let out a resigned chuckle and ruffled Felicity's hair. "You're running a fever. Just go back to bed and rest."

"Anything you feel like eating? I can pick it up for you on my way back."

"No," she shook her head, "I've lost my appetite. It's not just me being polite."

"Alright, I understand."

Miles drove off, picking up some candied fruits and all of Felicity's favorite snacks from before.

He also filled her fridge with fruits and vegetables. It was too empty; a clear sign she hadn't been eating well and was just getting by.

When he got back, the room was silent.

Miles quietly pushed open the door to find her asleep. She was still sick, her breathing heavy and her brows furrowed.

out to check her forehead,

hand into his palm. It was so small, he could easily enclose it completely.

...

the guest room, Everett was uncomfortable in every possible

to stay in someone else's guest

rather be

with it. We're here for Langston and Felicity, not on vacation," Dorothy told him, knowing her husband's quirks all too well after

so cramped showering here," he

definitely smaller, and so was the bathroom, lacking

folded clothes, she straightened up and approached Everett, clearing her throat, "Well, if you're that uncomfortable Stay

"And leave you here?"

stay. Once the herbalist comes

that, what more

half-folded clothes from Dorothy. "Looks like Langston owes me one. You, as his mother,

its perks. You won't have anywhere to escape to at

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