24 My new diet

It was Sunday morning. Vic decided to clean up the house with Meghan. He prepared breakfast first. Then, he walked to Meghan's room.

"Meghan, wake up," he said, knocking the door. Nobody answered his call. He frowned, opening the door. There she was, still sleeping. He chuckled, walking closer to her.

"Meghan, wake up, morning already," he said, gently shaking her shoulders. She groaned, turning around, hugging her teddy bear tighter.

"Meghan, open your eyes, sunshine. The sun has already risen…" he tried again, this time pulling her teddy. She opened her eyes, looking at him before closing her eyes again.

"This must be a dream…" she mumbled, hugging a pillow tighter. He chuckled.

"I made your favourite toast with honey… hmm… yummy…"

"I haven't had any breakfast for long. This must be a dream…" she murmured sleepily, didn't aware that Vic sitting near her to hear clearly her words. Vic frowned.

"Why you didn't have your breakfast? Aren't breakfast important, especially for you?" he asked, feeling something weird already.

"Doctor said I have to have lots of rest so I rest. Why I have to wake up?" she murmured again, still thinking that she was dreaming.

"Are you sick, Meghan?" he asked worriedly. Why he never notices her whether she is sick or healthy?

"I'm tired…" she groaned, pulling the blanket to cover her body. He sighed heavily.

"Okay… okay… you just continue sleeping, okay?" he said, bending down to kiss her cheek. Then, he walked out from the room, thinking. Was Meghan sick? Why he never realized it?

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Meghan walked slowly, wanting to take something to wet her throat. Vic turned from watching the television, frowning to see her walking so slow.

"Are you alright?" he asked in concern. Meghan looked at him, quickly giving him a smile.

"Of course I am. Why I shouldn't?" she asked back. Vic approached her. She gulped, hoping that he won't notice her funny walk. After the operation, the doctor told her that her body was too weak to discharge but she refused to listen.

"You look… different…" he said, looking at her closely. She smiled weakly.

"Maybe because of my new… erm… diet…" she said, walking to take a glass. She poured the water into her glass before looking at him, beginning to feel annoyed with him keep gazing at her.

"Stop looking at me like that. I'm a model and I must take care of my figure," she snapped, walking back to her room, locking the door. He just stood there, looking at the half full of water she left in the table.