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Who: Charity and Zane
When: Day 8, late afternoon
Where: Charity's room
He'd been to this room so many times he knew the way to it just as well as his own. In one hand Zane carried fresh bandages and gauze and tape, glad now for the stash of medical supplies that made his life a lot easier--he couldn't have imagined having to scramble every time someone was injured or sick. In his other hand he carried several bottles of water to give Charity. Now that the power was out the stairs could be tough going and even if she was doing well, Zane didn't want her straining herself unnecessarily.
He stared out the windows of the hallway as he walked, squinting against the sun that was sinking toward the horizon. Several stories up the destruction of the street was lost from sight and, aside from a distant plume of smoke, the world almost looked as though all was well. Zane had only to glance down at the clothes he'd been wearing two days in a row--clothes that weren't even his to begin with--to know it was not.
"Coming in," he called through the door as he knocked, really only giving Charity enough time to shout if she was in middle of changing or whatever else might make his presence unwanted. "I brought you more water." He hoisted the bottles up in the air as he made his way to her. "How are you feeling today?" he asked, slipping into the doctor routine.
When: Day 8, late afternoon
Where: Charity's room
He'd been to this room so many times he knew the way to it just as well as his own. In one hand Zane carried fresh bandages and gauze and tape, glad now for the stash of medical supplies that made his life a lot easier--he couldn't have imagined having to scramble every time someone was injured or sick. In his other hand he carried several bottles of water to give Charity. Now that the power was out the stairs could be tough going and even if she was doing well, Zane didn't want her straining herself unnecessarily.
He stared out the windows of the hallway as he walked, squinting against the sun that was sinking toward the horizon. Several stories up the destruction of the street was lost from sight and, aside from a distant plume of smoke, the world almost looked as though all was well. Zane had only to glance down at the clothes he'd been wearing two days in a row--clothes that weren't even his to begin with--to know it was not.
"Coming in," he called through the door as he knocked, really only giving Charity enough time to shout if she was in middle of changing or whatever else might make his presence unwanted. "I brought you more water." He hoisted the bottles up in the air as he made his way to her. "How are you feeling today?" he asked, slipping into the doctor routine.