It took April the rest of her afternoon to get the paperwork to a level she considered acceptable. Pullinng the final sheet from the typewriter, she straightened the pages and put them in a folder to carry to Medical. She found Mark looking a bit mournfully at a plate of food.

"Good evening. darling. Is that your supper?"

Mark poked at ... something, then shrugged.

"So they claim, luv. Personally, I think THRUSH has taken over the kitchen."

One of the nurses tsked at him.

"The medication the doctor has you on causes nausea, so they ordered you a bland diet."