Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[She waited and winced as Matt continued to look over her wrist and hand, and to distract herself from the stinging pain, she looked over at Cat, saw that thoughtfully distant expression, and frowned a little to herself.] You don't have to stay. If you don't want. [It was said quietly. Gently. It was probably a misstep onto Cat's pride and persona, but Em was a little off-kilter with dealing with people.
Her attention returned to Matt, and her breath died in her throat a bit. She knew (logically) the outcome of burns that were that bad, but she continued to hope that something would kick in and heal it for her. Even if that was looking less and less likely.] I can't go to the Capital. [It was soft and felt like an admission of some sort. But she didn't explain it. Let him think what he wanted about her reasons, instead of the truth that she hadn't been able to force herself to step beyond the limits of the town's boundaries.
She nodded at his outline of care. It was what she'd been doing when she was awake to do it, and what she'd attempt to continue once he and Cat were gone from the house. Maybe if she set alarms on her phone... Maybe she wouldn't sleep through them. She gave Matt a slight smile as she nodded.] I know how antibiotics work. [She'd never had to take them before, but she knew how they worked. She'd have to set alarms and times for those too.
She glanced up at Cat and used her good hand to point at a drawer off to the side. It was filled with clean towels, ones that looked like they'd seen actual use. Another little sign of normal life within the strange house.]