Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Dark eyes opened on him and Noah smiled as Holly blinked up at him. "Hi, baby," he said back, though he then had to make a face of pained sympathy (empathy?) as Holly sat up. Noah sucked air through his teeth, then sighed it out and nodded. Florence Nicodemo grabbed up the crumpled paper bag and tore it open. He pulled out the various bottles and looked at them intently, trying to tune things out so he could focus enough to just do this right.—Once he had the meds per Holly's instructions, he went to the alcove to grab one of the water bottles from the side there and brought it back. But, he didn't hand it right to Holly. Instead, he looked around for a discarded shirt, grabbed one, doused it in some cool-ish water, then passed off the water.
With his makeshift washcloth-thing, he daubed at the nape of Holly's neck, then at his forehead where sweat was clinging. He was trying to feel out if Holly should be getting more painkillers than he was asking for, since the sticker on the bottle just said, like, one every hour or whatever they typically say. But, as he was doing that, he read Holly's curiosity. "I'm fine," he reassured the other dude. "I feel like I should remind you that you're the one that got shot." Which, also, reminded Noah he still had to tell Holly, who was now somewhat less out of it, about his, Noah's, mom. He brought the wet shirt/cloth down along Holly's temple, then let his hand drop so the dude could take the pills.