DYLAN
"Take it easy, Anna." I muttered softly as I helped my sister take a seat on the couch. She had finally been discharged from the hospital, and despite her numerous protests, I had brought her straight to my place where she was going to spend the time, recuperating.
"The doctor wouldn't have cleared me to go home if I wasn't alright, you know? So stop babying me." She complained bitterly.
I ignored her and padded to the kitchen to get her and myself, something to eat. I had been at work the whole day, working on getting the rest of my list of investors on board with Lavish, and I'd been too pre-occupied to even think of getting lunch, so I was pretty famished.
I didn't have much, but I did have the Wonton soup from yesterday;
I guess that'll have to do.
Heating them for a few minutes in the microwave, I headed back to the living room, a tray wedged in my hands, filled with all that yummy goodness.
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