[She doesn't say anything to his assertion that he can walk. She just grits her teeth and takes on as much of his weight as she can. In the end, she half drags him to the bed. But they make it, and he's as comfortable as he can possibly be. She goes to lock the door, securing all three locks before dragging a chair over to press against the door.
Her backpack is slung on the floor and then she goes over to the bed to make sure he's propped up well enough.]
I will be back.
[She says on her way toward the door. She grabs her backpack on the way out.]
Do not move.
[Something tells her he's not going to try. She moves the chair away from the door and slips out of the room, hurrying her way to find food. Instead of attacking and destroying the vending machines here, she goes to steal from a couple of 24 hour operating stores down the road. One's a liquor shop, where the employees don't even notice her slipping in or out. The second's a drug store with a pharmacy. She grabs as much as she can before running out, and rushing her way back to him.
Once she's in the room again, the doors are secured, and she starts to unpack her haul onto the small table in the room. Bottles of whiskey are set out, along with some bags of chips, candy bars, a box of Frosted Flakes, and some cans of cheerios. There's bottles of soda too, some shampoos and soaps to clean up with, and a bottle of fruity body spray to hopefully get the scent of death off of them. Some more medical supplies are among the pile, including bottles of basic pain pills.
She stands back and looks at her haul with a sense of satisfaction. Her hands are on her hips and everything.
She grabs a few things off the table and goes over to the bed so she can show him.]
Mira.
[She quietly urges him, holding up a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of the over the counter pain meds.]
Miralos. Look.
[She doesn't actually think the crappy medicine will help, but she's determined to try and take care of him.]
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Date: 2017-04-11 07:33 pm (UTC)Her backpack is slung on the floor and then she goes over to the bed to make sure he's propped up well enough.]
I will be back.
[She says on her way toward the door. She grabs her backpack on the way out.]
Do not move.
[Something tells her he's not going to try. She moves the chair away from the door and slips out of the room, hurrying her way to find food. Instead of attacking and destroying the vending machines here, she goes to steal from a couple of 24 hour operating stores down the road. One's a liquor shop, where the employees don't even notice her slipping in or out. The second's a drug store with a pharmacy. She grabs as much as she can before running out, and rushing her way back to him.
Once she's in the room again, the doors are secured, and she starts to unpack her haul onto the small table in the room. Bottles of whiskey are set out, along with some bags of chips, candy bars, a box of Frosted Flakes, and some cans of cheerios. There's bottles of soda too, some shampoos and soaps to clean up with, and a bottle of fruity body spray to hopefully get the scent of death off of them. Some more medical supplies are among the pile, including bottles of basic pain pills.
She stands back and looks at her haul with a sense of satisfaction. Her hands are on her hips and everything.
She grabs a few things off the table and goes over to the bed so she can show him.]
Mira.
[She quietly urges him, holding up a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of the over the counter pain meds.]
Miralos. Look.
[She doesn't actually think the crappy medicine will help, but she's determined to try and take care of him.]