He’s standing by the other door, clearly on his way out of the room. “Oh, you’re leaving?” It’s pitiful, how desperate I sound just then. I don’t even care. What I care about is him not leaving. He’s probably not going for good, though, seeing as he’s in his underwear and nothing else. “No. I’m going to go get you some soup though. Do you think you could eat a little bit? You’re not supposed to take medicine on an empty stomach, and you’re due for antibiotics in a half hour.”
