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You okay, girly?

No. Not... okay [Tries to focus her eyes on him]

[He takes off his coat and drapes it around her, crouching down.]

What's wrong? Look, I'm not a doctor, but..

[He looks around.]

Just focus on stayin' awake.

Careful... don't touch me. [There is something off about her skin]

[He jerks his hands away.]

..Uh..Why not? You got some kinda disease?

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Poison. I'm poison [She whimpers. A tear falling from her eyes]

You want some tea or something? I know we've got some chamomile stashed away.

It might help. Something for the pain...

I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of vicodin in our medicine cabinet, but there's definitely advil and mydol. Pick your poison.

Poison... [She laughs softly at the word. Hugging herself]

Any hope for opium?

[rocks back a little in surprise, but it's obvious she's not joking]

I...might know a guy, yeah. But it'd take some time to look him up. So not-quite-expired-vicodin-I-was-supposed-to-flush it is.

I'm too far from the garden where mine grows. [Pam closes her eyes. And then nods to the suggestion of vicodin]

Well, and then there's the processing time, yeah? [shakes a bottle out of the lining of her bag and passes it over] Lemme go get that tea.

[Carefully takes the bottle without touching her] Thanks.

The hell..

What're you on about? You're actually made outta poison?

[returns a few minutes later with a steaming mug and a pot holder] Hope there's something else in your belly, man.

Poisons on me...

Having trouble keeping stuff down...

Ech...then those pills're gonna hit you like a wrecking ball. Better lie down first.

Just... anywhere?

Uh, y'know, that's up to you, but most people like to opt for bed, couch or bathtub when they're feeling that crappy.

Or my garden... [Pam nodded in understanding]

Right! Wherever you feel laid back.

Do you need any help getting there?

[He quirks a brow.]

Then you need to get in a shower, quick, before all that shit sinks into your skin.

If you wouldn't mind...

Hard to move...

..You gonna let me carry you?

[He stares down at her.]

[She nods] Just be careful. Don't get anything on you.

[He nods and picks the woman up, making sure not to touch her skin. It's not that hard for him to lug someone around, given his occupation.]

I'm taken you to my apartment, alright? It ain't much, but it has a shower.

[His voice is slightly strained. Picking someone up is still difficult.]

Thank you [She shivers in his arms. But is careful not to touch his skin either]

Don't mention it.

[..and he carts her a few blocks to his apartment building, which is..pretty unimpressive. Aaron lays her down on the couch once inside his home.]

..You..uh..don't need help gettin' in the shower, right?

It's just down the hall.

[He points dumbly.]

[Blinks at him for a while] Okay. I will try...

[He stands there, awkward as shit.]

I'll..make you a cup of coffee or somethin' while you do that, okay?

[She is still pretty out of it. And just might end up in the shower with her clothes on. But at least the water helps]

[She will be shivering worse when she comes out]

[Woah, she..doesn't look good. He hands her one of the cups of coffee he made.]

..Did that do anythin'?