“Yeah… I know. But I just don’t feel right accepting medical attention. The thought of taking medication feels wrong to me. It’s just how I was raised, it’s who I am. I’ll be okay. I used to get sick to my stomach a lot as a kid, and I’m still okay. I think that’s why my stomach is so sensitive now.”
He blinked a few times before placing the next one in his mouth, his lips curling into a smile.
“They’re really good.”
“How about stuff that wouldn’t be considered medication? Like natural remedies and stuff like that? And I think that would definitely explain it.”
Rebecca broke into a wide smile, putting the box of strawberries down and leaning against the counter.
“I’m glad you like ‘em, Silv. I actually got them fresh this morning from the market. If you’d like, you can try an apple or an orange today too.”
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