Lachlan had heard Pat sing thing numerous times in the past and he always sounded brilliant, which was why he had no idea why he had to be there now. It wasn't like he had any intentions of taking the stage himself and he just wanted to curl up in a ball of miserable and die in peace. He rubbed his hand over his stomach and slumped forward onto the table. "Please, put me out of my misery," he pleaded, reaching for Tara's hand.
Tara kissed his fingers. "You have to be about empty by now, baby. We only have a few days left of the holiday. You don't want to waste it, do you? Keep drinking the Gatorade to flush the bug out of your system. You poor thing. How are you feeling? If it's too bad, we'll go back to the room."
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