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[Kisiel]

She picked the toast, knowing that it wouldn't harm her stomach. Not too much anyway.
"The usual, eh?" Megan laughed quietly.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex grinned. "Yep." He said, sitting down by her bed. He was careful not to spill the milk. He started to eat, happy she was too.

[Kisiel]

Megan eat with her normal procedure: she ripped off a small piece of bread, and placed it in her mouth, swallowing carefully. Now that she knew everything, Megan had some motivation to start eating.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex finished his bowl quickly, leaning back to watch her eat lazily. He didn't want to go and she wasn't going to be discharged until the next day.

[Kisiel]

"So, what now?" she asked, putting the plate aside.
She smiled, as she felt a warmth and strength in her body, that came from the food.
What a nice feeling...

[Midnight Butterfly]

"I don't know..." Alex said. "Play a game?" He suggested feebly, not knowing what else to say. He shrugged.

[Kisiel]

Megan laughed again, this time a little louder.
"Let's talk," came her suggestion. "I don't have enough strength to play games."

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex nodded, going to sit on her bed. "Alright... But the question is... What about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

[Kisiel]

"Anything you want," she replied, grinning.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex nodded, shifting her over and squeezing in next to her on the bed. "Now lets see... Do you have a favourite colour?" He asked curiously.