As Demetri began to drive, Nora stiffened, her gaze locked straight ahead, her eyes wide as saucers, lips pressed into a tense line. Demetri shot a concerned glance her way, swiftly decelerating and pulling the car over to the roadside.
In a flurry, he swung open the passenger door and urgently advised, "Do not let your stomach betray you."
With those words hanging in the air, he dashed off to the pharmacy, hastily procuring hangover remedies and stomach-settling aids. By the time he returned, Nora had succumbed to slumber. A relieved sigh escaped Demetri's lips as he steered back home, deposited his little wife onto the bed without much ado and threw the medicines on the bedside table.
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