Just after yelling, Sophie Sullivan suddenly felt unwell and clutched her stomach tightly with one hand.
Thomas Shannon reached out and grasped her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Sophie Sullivan managed, with difficulty, to say, "Stomachache."
"How could your stomach suddenly start hurting?"
Sophie Sullivan looked up, her expression clearly asking, Are you an idiot? "I just took medicine on an empty stomach. How could it not hurt?"
"Aren't *you* the idiot? Don't you know you can't take medicine on an empty stomach?" Thomas Shannon's handsome face darkened instantly.
"Weren't you the one who told me to take it?"
And now *he* was calling *her* an idiot!
She was perfectly innocent, wasn't she?
Thomas Shannon dangerously narrowed his eyes. How dare she talk back?
Sophie Sullivan collapsed weakly onto the bed, the pain forcing her to breathe shallowly and carefully.
"What will make it stop hurting?"
Sophie Sullivan pouted aggrievedly. "I don't know."
