All right. [She reaches forward to brush through his hair with her fingers, offering a tender smile.] I'll warm something up.
[Lacus slips into the kitchen and arranges a plate of chicken breast, mashed garlic potatoes, and steamed vegetables. While it's warming in the microwave, she turns the faucet on with a shaky hand and then gets sick in the sink, very quietly. Not sleeping combined with worrying for days she could handle, but knowing that Neil was hurt this badly while she was unaware is the final straw for her nerves.]
[By the time her mouth and hands are washed and she's patting her face dry, the plate is ready. She brings it into the living room, along with silverware, with steady hands.]
Do you have to return tomorrow for a checkup? [Just curious whether she needs to clear her schedule.]