C48 Bun in the Oven?

DESTINY

Mrs. Donahue came upstairs to look for me. I must have looked a sight, because she took one look at me and demanded to call the doctor.

“No, please, Mrs. Donahue. I’ll be fine. I just had some terrible reaction to the pizza we had last night. Or it might have been the beer.”

“Hmm….” She felt my forehead. “No fever. Well, then. What you need is some proper food