12-09-2017, 11:57 AM
There wasn't any sympathy for the priest, not really, when Morrison thought about him he felt sick to his stomach, even more so when he thought about the pup growing within him. All he could do was hope for it being a single child, he didn't think he could deal with multiples, his stomach already felt tight and overly full. His guess was because of the fact he had been shot and was even still recovering from that, the man laid there in bed and stared at the mound of his stomach. He watched the other when Jamie came up to use the stove in the room he laid in, he wasn't stupid he knew that this room was once his captors.
"You shouldn't starve yourself." He told him simply, sitting up one time as he stirred a pot of chowder, a sigh escaped him and he moved stiffly. "If you do, then who will be left with this kid when you die?" He asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed then as it creaked beneath his weight, his pot belly stuck out from his frame, his shirt tightly held around it as it sat in his lap.
"You shouldn't starve yourself." He told him simply, sitting up one time as he stirred a pot of chowder, a sigh escaped him and he moved stiffly. "If you do, then who will be left with this kid when you die?" He asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed then as it creaked beneath his weight, his pot belly stuck out from his frame, his shirt tightly held around it as it sat in his lap.
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