Lara flew into a rage, wanting nothing more than to kick him off the bed. "Get the hell away from me!"
Just after she finished yelling, Cheryl Nash's voice came from outside the door. "Daddy, Mommy, are you done putting on the medicine yet?"
Lara immediately backed down, glaring at Ronan Joyce. Ronan spoke softly to the little girl outside. "Almost, we'll be out in a minute. Just wait a little longer, sweetheart!"
"Okay!"
After Cheryl's reply came the sound of her slippers shuffling away. Ronan rolled over onto his stomach on the bed, tilting his head to look at Lara, who was still fuming. "Come on, time to apply the medicine!"
"In your dreams! If you're so capable, do it yourself!"
