Nathaniel adjusted his glasses, his tone sharpening into something brisk and precise, as though facts could anchor what emotion could not.
"You'll start on antiemetics today…"
He said, writing quickly on the pad.
"Ondansetron orally disintegrating tablets. One every eight hours, dissolved under the tongue. If you can't keep even that down, we'll move to IV administration. For hydration, I want electrolyte-rich fluids—not just water. Pedialyte, sports drinks, broth. Sip them, don't gulp. Your stomach won't tolerate volume right now."
Yu's throat worked as though even swallowing air might betray him.
"You'll eat small meals, six to eight times a day…"
Nathaniel continued.
"Dry crackers or toast in the morning before you even rise. Gentle starches — rice, oatmeal, potatoes. Avoid grease, avoid strong odors. Ginger or peppermint tea may help. Absolutely no alcohol, no caffeine, no raw foods. And most importantly…"
His gaze softened but didn't waver.
