Flashback ( PDFDrive )

The second bite did the trick—until Keefe’s voice called from the
doorway, “Dude, are you guys feeding each other?”
“No—we were just . . .” Sophie stopped when she realized there was
no good way to explain the last few minutes.
Keefe clutched his stomach and pretended to hurl all over his Level
Six uniform. “Wow. You guys have really out-Fitzphie’d yourselves—
and don’t even get me started on how close your cots are now. How’d
you get Elwin to agree to that?”
“Easy,” Fitz said. “I stayed up all night, monitoring Sophie’s
dreams.”
“Yeah . . . that doesn’t sound creepy at all,” Keefe told him. He
opened his mouth to say something else, then shut it. “Never mind.
Elwin said I’m not supposed to tease you.”
“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Ro said, shoving her way into the
Healing Center. Her eyes scanned Fitz up and down. “So . . . you’re
awake.”
Fitz nodded. “I am.”
“And you’re okay now?” Keefe asked.
“Mostly,” Fitz admitted.
“Good. Because you were out for a pretty long time, and some
people were starting to worry—I mean, not me. I figured you were just
playing it up for sympathy, but . . .” He cleared his throat. “Ugh, this is
really hard if I can’t make fun of you.”
Fitz laughed. “That almost makes it worth it.”
“Oh, I’ll find a way,” Keefe promised.
“I’m sure you will,” Fitz told him, taking the dark red elixir that
Sophie had been struggling to open and unscrewing the lid.