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[pencilpremonition]

[Becca stares down at the device in her hands, a puzzled expression on her face.]

Is this Hell? But... I'm not dead yet. I've got another week yet... Or did I forget my last days on earth? I don't...get it. I don't get it at all. Where is everybody? And what do I do now?

[She hopes that people will take pity on her and help her because she's fifteen and pathetic-looking. That and her massive entitlement complex, but that's another matter in and of itself.]

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[pencilpremonition]

[She pulls her shirt on carefully, and wrinkles her nose when it sticks to the ointment in places. Better to have it than not, though.]

Thanks.

[doctor_dragoon]

[Yay for shirts! Now we can all behave normally again! Maybe.]

You should take this with you. [Holding out the little jar of cream.] Nothing looked infected, but let me know if they're not healing properly within a few days.

[pencilpremonition]

[She takes it gratefully.]

I will. Thanks again.

[doctor_dragoon]

[Smilesmile~ Heading back over to the abandoned pile of supplies he'd been gathering for her. Looks like there're some linens, an extra blanket, some food, and... a bucket.]

This should get you started.

[pencilpremonition]

Thanks. This is a big help.

[She loads the food into the bucket to carry upstairs, and tucks the linens and blanket over her arm.]

You're amazing.

[doctor_dragoon]

[Aaaaand back to slightly awkward, but he does a much better job of keeping the pink off out of his cheeks this time.]

I just like to be prepared.

[pencilpremonition]

Well, now I will be, too.

[doctor_dragoon]

[Looking pleased.] Good. Don't be afraid to ask if you need anything.

[pencilpremonition]

I...I won't.