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Mitch nodded slightly, now he felt like he was an embarrassment but grinned like he used to, "yes. But I make embarrassing you, cute." he joked, "sorry. Shutting up now," he drank a little of the milk shake before putting it down.

"Yah...umm, your going to choke if you eat too fast," he smiled, "didn't you just warn me about eating fast?" he shook his head, "oh well, as long as you enjoy it."

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I would have drunken the entire milkshake myself or something?" he questioned sounding defensive, "well I wouldn't have...I would have shared with the creepy old guy outside...then I would have probably gotten a new straw and drunken the rest." he said sticking out his tongue, "kidding. Eh, wish I wasn't such a weirdo."

"No, I think my brains fine for now," he said nervously, Mitch was actually trying to forget about the food he had eaten, "what about yours? Considering how fast you were drinking your milkshake."

Cast came threw the door, his thin body slumping slightly, the meals Mitch had been sending him kept up his weight a little, but it was still evident that he had gotten thinner. But not too much to worry excessively about; the doctor’s eyes were blood shot and deep, dark, dark circles were left under his eyes. His skin was a sickly gray-ivory, his hair was a complete mess, and to top it all off he was getting a vacation which made it even harder for him to relax considering how Lucy was feeling lately. The doctor just fell onto the couch and pressed his face into a couch cushion. He looked like a raging insomniac.
"Delilah!" he croaked out, "I'm home sweetie!" he shut his eyes to attempt some rest, his eyes felt like needles were being jabbed into them.

Anthony smiled as he watched his nephew walk in the door, the man had pretty much slept in the rocking chair all day, he was too tired to get up and Mary didn’t want him doing much of anything. Mary was in the kitchen with Mitch cooking dinner.

Mitch and Mary started cooking up some lasagna for dinner, as a drink Mary had taken grape fruit juice and soda to make a fake beer/wine. It tasted better then wine or beer though.

Andy was resting in his room, he didn’t want any stress or strain on him for a while considering his health was doing badly, his heart was doing badly, and he had one hell of a blood pressure. He just needed to stay away from everyone for now and keep himself from getting stressed, depressed, strained, or well...anything that might affect him badly.

(You mean ‘Cha’ for the ‘Amelia’s lonely’ part right?)
The doctor sighed slightly, "damn it," and stopped at the stairs, he leaned on the railing for a moment and let his head rest on his hand that grasped the wood. With a tired breath he headed up the stairs and came to the room Delilah was in, "hey dear," he mumbled inaudibly. "What did'ja...want or...something...?" he shrugged and leaned against the doorway.

Mitch started setting plates up on the table and smiled half heartedly, he didn’t seem to have his normal fire tonight in the kitchen. He was probably just tired though, Mitch often got tired if he had been on his feet longer then he should and cooking took a long time to be on the feet. It took a lot of movement and thought to cook like he did.
Mary beamed happily, “yay! Dinner is done! And so is the fake wine...er...or beer...whichever you want to call it. Now we can feed everyone.” She smiled happily, her Irish accent mingled with her Japanese words. “Anthony will eat in the living room tonight, he can’t move much. So I’m going to feed him now ok?” she questioned to Mitch who simply nodded and hander Mary a plate of food to give her husband. Mary shuffled out of the room after that.
“Hungry?” Mitch asked Rosalie.

"Why didn't Mitch tell me this sooner?! If he knew what needed to be done then why didn't he help! Here he is with a bunch of knowledge that he never uses and here I am trying to use all the knowledge I can, God, when I see that...grr...I swear I'm gunna let him have it," Cast sighed, "well...thank you Delilah...actually. That's exactly what I need. I understood it...I'll have to discuss it with the doctors later." he smiled slightly and kissed her forehead before resting his head on her shoulder. "I can't wait to finally sleep in our bed again," his arms wrapped around her and a grin plastered itself on his face.

"Anthony...dear, dinner," cooed Mary and her husband took the plate, "I'm really not hungry dear," he sighed tiredly but kept his slow smile.
"I know but you have to keep your strength up." she picked up his fork and put some food into his mouth, he smiled and ate it for her. So Mary fed Anthony and things were pretty quiet for them.

Andy was sleeping still though his sleep was a little disturbed and he wished badly that he could have a dreamless sleep.

"Of course I'll eat with you," said Mitch putting food on a plate for Rosalie and giving it to her before grabbing a plate of his own and putting small portions on it. He nervously looked to her, "how are you?"

"But I have run into a very attractive nurse, you. And hell, to top it off I married the attractive nurse," he smiled and kissed her lovingly.
"When Lucy is officially better, I think I'll go for fewer hours that way we have more time together. I'm sorry for this whole thing, not being around often. I'll try to be though." he brushed his hand against her cheek.

"What a coincidence, so am I." Mitch smiled softly, "if I go to therapy, get my weight up to 110 pounds, and keep myself calm so my heart will be fine...will you do something for me? Anything I ask? Please?" he questioned as his grin got mischievous. He was definitely planning something.