swnovels.com Seeing as Henson didn't speak up, Wendy spoke up on his behalf instead. "He had some spicy food in the afternoon. The REALLY spicy kind," she said nervously.
Donald the Butler gasped, "Wait, Master Henson can't handle spi-"
"It's fine, no need to kick up such a fuss," Henson interrupted before he could finish. "What should I do about this, Doc?" he asked while turning back to the family doctor.
"I've already prescribed you some fluids to help alleviate the pain, Master Henson," the doctor said.
"Alright," Henson replied.
She felt a wave of guilt wash over her while she sat at the side. She only wanted to get back at him, but didn't expect it to turn out like this. Now, she was the one who harmed him.
He turned to look at her guilty face once the doctor finished strapping him to an IV bag.
"All of you can take your leave first. Miss Evans alone should suffice at this time," he then ordered to everyone in the room.
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