"If I get breakfast in bed just for being a bit ill," Everly began. "Maybe I should start hoping that I fall sick more often."
Michael laughed. "You'll sing a different tune after tasting the food."
Just then she took a fork and tried the eggs on the plate.
"That bad?" Michael asked when he saw her frowning with each chew.
Upon realizing that she wouldn't be able to swallow or even keep the eggs down after, she ran to the bathroom to purge. Then washed the bitter taste that the food had left in her mouth, with water.
"I thought I was trying to get you to heal quicker by making you food," Michael said when she emerged. "Not getting you sicker, but I guess it didn't work." He shrugged before pulling her into his arms.
"Thank you for breakfast," she murmured into his chest.
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