Leah stares at the baby bottle and jar of baby food. Is Mrs. Montague serious? Apparently, she is, because the woman then sits in the chair next to Leah with a spoon in hand. She opens the jar, scoops some food on the spoon, and holds it out.
"Open up, Hailey," she says gently. Leah keeps her mouth tightly closed. "Sweetie, whenever my babies were having a really poopy day, this helped their tummy feel better."
Leah's tummy rumbles, but this time in hunger instead of diarrhea. She swallows nervously and silently prays Mrs. Montague knows what she's talking about. She opens her mouth. Mrs. Montague puts the spoon in her mouth.
"Good girl!" she praises. Like before, the praise hits, and Leah feels a bit proud. She's doing something she doesn't want to because it's good for her.
Luckily, the baby food is actually tasty. Leah gets through the whole jar quickly. When she's done, Mrs. Montague turns Leah's attention to the baby bottle.
"The food should make your poops more solid, and this will help with dehydration," she says. Leah eagerly grabs the bottle and begins to guzzle it down. She's incredibly thirsty. It tastes kind of weird, but Leah assumes it's some electrolyte drink until Lizzy speaks up.
"What in bottle?" she asks.
"Some baby formula," Mrs. Montague says, just as Leah finishes the bottle. Leah's eyes boggle in shock. She just drank baby formula?! At least it wasn't gross. And she can already feel her upset stomach beginning to settle.
Mrs. Montague is wiping off Leah's face when the teen feels a familiar discomfort in her abdomen. It's not as bad as what she'd been feeling before, but something is up. Mrs. Montague chuckles when she sees Leah's expression.
"I know that look. Someone..."