Re: Capital: Sam & Cris
"They got a tube that goes into her stomach," he replied, easy, regurgitating what he was told, leading Sam toward the chair. "Then you just feed it in through that, so she don't gotta try too hard to eat and waste energy she might not have, huh?"
She sat, and he tried to help her move over the IV bags as best he could. When that was done, he wrapped his hands 'round the handles on the chair and started walking them, knowing he'd hafta come back and get the pole and return the chair at some point. Or maybe not. He hadn't decided. Anyway, it didn't matter. Cris was trying to figure out if it'd been good at all for Sam to see Joey, since little impact seems to've been made. His good mood was slipping and he couldn't quite catch it.
"I ain't mad. Baby, where am I gonna go?" His fingers were dark against her braid and he gave it a short, abbreviated tug. "I'm here, huh? Stayin'. I been in the room the whole time." The cold started creeping up bare arms again and Cris moved faster. He did smile over her head when she said the baby wasn't pale. If there was only one impression to make, he didn't know if it it was good that it was that one, but... it was what it was. "We did a pretty good job," he agreed.
They came to a juncture, a hallway they'd turned down earlier, and the chair slowed. Cris felt brief at his back pocket in his jeans. He dipped forward, 'til his lips were near her ear. "The nurses say anything 'bout if you can smoke or not yet? We could go share a clove, 'less you want back."