After putting away the blood pressure cuff, Nate began massaging Liv’s hand for her, and she leaned back and began to relax when,  

“Ow!” 

Nate couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he tipped a drop of blood onto a test strip that he had somehow shoved into a glucose meter under her radar. 

“Sorry, doll. I didn’t think you’d let me do it.” 

She let him clean her finger off with an alcohol swab, then jerked her hand away from him. 

“I wouldn’t have. Jerk! Sheesh.” 

“Hey now, let’s play nice. HOLY CRAP, girl, when did you last eat?” 

Liv looked around, but there was no clock in the room. “Uhm, what time is it?...

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