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“No,” Blake says, “what about your mother?”

“It’s nothing. She just thinks I can’t cook.”

“Well, she must not have tastebuds,” Blake says. “This is great.”

Amory shrugs. “Anyone can make pasta.”

“I don’t know about that,” Blake says. “You should have seen me when I was still in college, before medical school. I couldn’t even cook ramen.”

Amory looks at her in concern. “What did you even eat?” she asks.

“Well, I spent way too much money on a meal plan,” Blake says, “but when the dining halls were closed, I would just eat ramen out of the packets.”

Amory cringes. “Gross.”

“I know,” Blake says, “but this is good.” She motions to the pasta.

Amory doesn’t say anything else, but she does smile at Blake’s compliment.

“I’m exhausted,” Blake says. Between the food and not being able to sleep through the plane ride, she really wants to sleep for a whole day. But she knows she can’t do that. She’s scheduled to work tomorrow, bright and early. And the time zones are definitely confusing to her.

“Me too,” Amory says, “that plane ride did not agree with me at all.”

“Let’s turn in,” Blake says, and then she looks at Amory, the bed, and the floor. “Are you sure you want to sleep on the floor?”

Amory glares at Blake. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Suit yourself,” Blake says, “but I’m sure the bed is a lot more comfortable than this cabin floor.”

“I’ll cope,” Amory deadpans.

“Fine,” Blake says, not knowing what else to say. After all, Amory is a grown adult. If she wants to make such a big deal out of sharing a bed, Blake can’t stop her.

“At least take some of the pillows and blankets,” Blake says.

“Oh, I was planning on it.”

Blake goes to the bed and takes one of the two comforters and a pillow and puts them on the floor. She wants to help Amory set up her sleeping spot, but she’s not sure how well that will be received and her and Amory are already on thin ice as it is. So she watches as Amory fluffs the pillow and folds the blanket in half, sleeping bag style.

“That looks so comfy,” Blake says, sarcastically.

“Shut up,” Amory says, her aqua eyes flashing dangerously and Blake does, going over to the bed and wrapping herself in the leftover blanket.

She watches as Amory settles herself on the floor and sighs to herself. She never knew Amory to be so stubborn, but she supposes she shouldn’t be surprised. It takes a certain amount of stubbornness to become a doctor, after all.

Blake is exhausted, but Jenna keeps texting her. She knows that it’s not her fault. They didn’t really plan for the time zone changes very well, but Blake finds herself growing frustrated at the lack of sleep.

Jenna: Did you get there safely? I never heard from you after you landed

Blake: Yes, but you’re never going to believe what happened

Blake looks to the floor, where Amory is trying to fall asleep, turning on her sides and trying to find a comfortable position.

Jenna: Tell me this doesn’t have something to do with Dr. Paver

Blake had told Jenna about the plane ride and everything, but she failed to update her about the cabin situation.

Blake: we’re sharing a cabin