Chapter 100

"No, it won't affect the drip," Toby assured. "Thank you, Dr. Ludwig. Let's have dinner now," Melina said. Andrew, who'd been on the verge of refusing the IV drip, swallowed his words back down, and Toby exhaled in relief. It was just as he'd predicted. By having Melina around, Andrew would accept the IV drip without protest. Melina brought out three boxes of food and passed one each to the two men. After opening his, Toby was a little mystified by what he saw. He'd never eaten such plain fare before. All the box contained was a chicken chop, coleslaw, mashed potatoes, and a side of bacon. Amid his inward grumbling, he saw Andrew opening the box and digging in. He could hardly believe it. The Andrew he knew was the pickiest eater known to man. How could someone who often turned his nose up at everything scarf down this box of takeout? Andrew shot Toby a warning glare, and Toby had no choice but to eat the food. It tasted awful to him. The coleslaw was too sweet, the mashed potatoe