“Babe, the one for headache is mine,’’ he scratched his forehead nervously.

‘’You’re having a headache? What about the rest?’’

“Yeah, so I had my doctor get it for me. The rest… they are mine too,’’ he smiled.

‘’Why? Are you sick?” Melanie creased her brow.

“Come on, I am not sick,” he faked a smile.

“Then why…” Melanie started then suddenly felt nauseous, she dropped the drugs on the drawer, pushed Flynn aside, and rushed to the bathroom while Flynn followed her hurriedly.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Flynn panicked as he patted her back while Melanie kept vomiting inside the sink.

He dabbed her face with water, wiped and helped...