“Oh, please.” Hadley rolled her eyes. “It’s food from your own house. Is this your first time tasting it?”

“It’s different when you feed me.”

Hadley arched a brow. “How is it different?”

“It tastes so much better when it comes from you,” Eric said, flashing a bright, boyish smile that made it impossible not to smile back.

Hadley was at a loss for words. For a second, she just stared at him, thinking he really did look like an idiot.

While the two of them were caught in their playful banter, the mood in the lounge back in the building was the complete opposite.

Hadley and Eric were still sitting inside the RV when they saw Quentin rushing out. He was clearly looking for her.

“Hadley! Mr. Scott—”

“What’s wrong?” Hadley set her fork down at once. She had nearly finished eating anyway. “Did something happen?”

“The doctor just checked on Miss Holland, right?” Quentin asked, breathless. “Did he prescribe any medication?”

Hadley nodded. “Yes! I had someone pick it up earlier. It’s already here. Is Elissa throwing up again?”

“Yes. Where’s the medicine? I need to get it to her right away!”

“I’ll grab it for you.” Hadley jumped to her feet, stepped off the RV, and rushed to where the medicine had been stored. Within moments, she had it in hand and was heading straight for the lounge.

As she neared the door, the sound of Elissa retching reached her ears.

Inside, Ernest knelt beside her, holding a trash can steady. Worry was written all over his face.

“Ernest…” Hadley pushed the door open, with Eric following closely behind her.

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“Hadley!” Ernest looked up, his eyes sharp with urgency. “Did you bring the medicine?”

“Yes!” Hadley hurried over and opened the bag in her hands. “It’s anti-nausea medicine.”

She pulled out a small bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Elissa.

“Give it to me.” Ernest reached for it, took the bottle, and carefully brought it to Elissa’s lips. “Drink this. It should help with the nausea.”

Too weak to resist, Elissa drank the medicine without a word.

“Slowly… don’t throw it up again…” Ernest murmured, worried she might vomit the medicine too. Thankfully, it stayed down.

Once she finished, Ernest tossed the empty bottle into the trash can. Then, he grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed the corners of her mouth.

“Do you feel any better now?”

“Ernest, she just took the medicine. It’ll take a little while to work. Let her rest for now,” Hadley reminded him in a whisper.

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