"I mean, maybe... I don't know him very well except that he's a crazy drug addict." Pam shrugged. "It all seemed too thought out, though. Whoever did it made it look like Hathaway crawled out my window and into his and maybe he could do something like that, but honestly I don't think he's smart enough. But I don't know who else would do such a thing... So it's still weird. And the caltrops being here are weird, unless Chase did forget. You'll have to ask him. Oh, sweetie, you're going pale again, lay back."
Pam got off the floor and lifted Kiley's foot off the stool. She sat down on it, and kept Kiley's foot elevated, this time raising it high enough that if Kiley did lay back, her foot would be above her head. That was probably better. "I really hope I don't have to stitch these," she muttered to herself.
"For the record, if you were in a book or a TV show, I would probably think you were really cool for being a bitch sometimes," she added, a lopsided smile appearing despite circumstances. "And maybe I'd be a little less sensitive if Fletcher was here. I don't know. Um, anyway. How bad is the pain right now? I need to get you some Aspirin."