Antonique Oh My Little White Dragon

Scott gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek and got up to get him a dose of Tylenol, his hormone suppressant, and a cold Gatorade. "How's your stomach, Hot Stuff? Need some Pepto too?" "No, my stomach feels okay... But my head hurts..." Scott handed over the pills and the drink. "This should help. I'll get you a fresh cold compress. Are you hungry? I can make toast, or I've got oatmeal? If you're not up for eating, there's plenty of the broth from last night?" "Maybe... a piece of toast...?"...
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Scott gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek and got up to get him a dose of Tylenol, his hormone suppressant, and a cold Gatorade. "How's your stomach, Hot Stuff? Need some Pepto too?" "No, my stomach feels okay... But my head hurts..." Scott handed over the pills and the drink. "This should help. I'll get you a fresh cold compress. Are you hungry? I can make toast, or I've got oatmeal? If you're not up for eating, there's plenty of the broth from last night?" "Maybe... a piece of toast...?" Ryan wasn't particularly hungry. His extremities felt languid. He knew it had to be from not eating nearly two days straight. Even if he couldn't finish it, he'd feel less bad about wasting a piece of bread than he would about an entire bowl of oatmeal.