Rose looked at the spot he touched on the counter and thought about lying. But no, she could do better than that.
"You mean these?" she asked, fishing the bottles out of her pocket and holding them up. Before he could reach for them, she threw them straight past him and right for the tiny window she'd opened in the bathroom. Her aim was better than the last time she'd seen him. They made it out onto the street below, and that made her sigh.
"You stay away from that stuff," she said, angry at the doctor on the label -- but more angry with herself. "I mean it. I mean it, Doct..."
The sudden silence between them was as loud as the beating she felt in her chest. She sucked in a breath. "I..." She stepped back, floundered. "I set out some clothes for you, for when..."