Page 24 of About Last Night

"When did you first start exhibiting symptoms?"

"Around five o'clock, I guess."

"Describe your symptoms."

Derek shrugged. "Congestion, sore throat."

"Body aches?" the doctor prompted.

He nodded. "Some."

"Vomiting?"

"No."

"Diarrhea?"

"No."

Mr. Oliver stepped forward. "Did you eat in the hotel restaurant?"

Derek nodded.

"When and what did you eat?" the manager continued.

"A burger and fries, around four o'clock."

"What did you have to drink?" Dr. Pedro cut in.

"Water and coffee."

"Decaf?"

"No, I was tired and needed a caffeine boost."

"Have you eaten anything else since you arrived?" the doctor asked.

Derek shook his head.

"Honey, perhaps?" The general manager nodded toward the nightstand with an amused expression.

He frowned. "Only a taste. And just this morning."

"What else?" Dr. Pedro asked, scribbling.

"Some over-the-counter medicine I picked up in the gift shop."

"I'll need to see it."

Derek jerked his thumb toward the bathroom where Pinky was still bellowing. "It's in there."

The doctor gestured toward the bathroom. "Is Ms. Murphy ailing?"

"Sure sounds like it, doesn't it?" Derek asked wryly, then rose. "Give me a minute… or two." He walked over to the bathroom door and rapped loudly. The singing, thank goodness, stopped, although he could still hear the hum of the Jacuzzi and the gurgle of bubbling water.

"Who's there?" she called.

He rolled his eyes. "Derek. I need to get my medication."

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