Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
[She smiled when he laughed, and she didn't quit when he coughed, soon as she was sure no blood was coming up with it. She had no notion her talking about medicine would fret him, but she didn't have a good feeling for when the man was from, from where, or how long he'd been around. She'd spent enough time in this hotel to know the answers could be real varied, and being in a local door, that didn't mean always encountering local folks. But she figured he knew about medicine, even if he hadn't taken any, and there wasn't anything to indicate he wasn't all living and human.
He touched at the pressure monitor, and she touched two fingers to it easy.] It tells me if your blood's all where it should be, doing what it should be doing. [It was a real simplistic explanation, but she was starting to figure simple was best, and not because the man on the bed didn't seem smart. He just seemed unaware of a whole lot of things, and she wasn't sure she could blame it on not seeing, not the longer she spent with him.] What'd you do for them men?
She reached into her kit for the antibiotic, and she popped open the bottle of drinking water she always kept tucked in. She put the pills in his hand, and she nudged the back of his fingers with the bottle. If he took it, she pulled an epipen on out, though she wasn't planning on needing it. She used real soft antibiotics, but it never hurt to be prepared.] You drink those down for me, and I ain't as young as you think. I might be older than you. Can't tell for sure, on account of men looking a whole lot younger than women mostly. But I sinned plenty, sugar, you just take my word for that.