> She had just finished flushing the commode and gargled with mouthwash and
> smiled crookedly at Derek "Mine will go away after Amelia gets
comfortable.
> Did you take the medicine though?"
>
> Julia placed her forehead against his shoulder for a moment, until Amelia
> settled down this time.  The water to the shower was running and heated
> behind her, the door closed so that the spray stayed inside the large
stall.
>
"Oh," Derek said suddenly realizing, he just hadn't thought of that.  Not
with his own "illness."  "No," he admitted.  "It hasn't arrived yet,
but...I'm feeling better.  Really," he added wanting her to know that he
wasn't just saying that.


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