Eric sighed in resignation. He was not trying to lecture her and had only hoped that she would prioritize her health. However, he understood that she was not in the mood for a lecture since she was feeling unwell.
He took the empty glass from her and set it down on the nightstand.
The doctor returned with the IV bag, and when Eric realized that there was nothing in the room that could be used to hang the IV bag, he exited her room to see if there was anything around her apartment that could be used. Unfortunately, he could not find anything suitable.
"Mr. Santos, why don't you hold the IV bag? I will go back to the hospital and get an IV stand," the doctor said.
Eric immediately accepted the IV bag from the doctor and nodded.
Layla lay in bed with her eyes open, unable to sleep.
"I feel like I just keep messing things up," she thought to herself.
"Doctor, will she vomit again?" Eric asked as the doctor was about to leave.
"I can't say. Maybe," the doctor said. "If she wants to vomit, get her a basket. She needs to stay in bed until the IV bag is empty."
"But I am having diarrhea as well," Layla said, wondering what she was supposed to do if she needed to use the toilet.
The doctor froze and Eric started to panic.
"... You might want to hold it. If you can't, you can always just go!" the doctor said.
"But I'm on a drip. How can I go to the washroom? Is he supposed to come inside with me?" Layla said.
"I don't mind," Eric blurted out.
"But I do! Even if you are not embarrassed by it, I am!" Layla stared at the needle that had been stuck into the back of her hand. "I guess I will have to remove this if I really have to go."
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