Hisgazefelloakeoutbagstillsittinguntouched."Youdid?"
Reyaweaklyliftedafiheunreachableerofthebed."Couldn''''''''treach."
Themanagereyedthedistanceskepticallybef,"Guessnot."
Hemovedthebagontothemattress,stagafewneersbehitlikeamakeshifttray.FromhispocketheproducedablisterpackofTylenondabottleofwater.
"Feverreducers,"heinstructed,pgthemlybesideher."Twopillseveryfourhours."
Theagain,thedoorsealingshutbehindhim.
Reyapickedupthepills,turheminherpalm,thenflickedthemasidewithouthesitation.Whatsheneededwasn''''''''tTylenol.Itwasfood—enoughtoanchorandtametheseethiearingthroughherveins.
ThetakeoutwasKFC—ow,thedampbasementairturningthefriedskinsoggy,greasy,andfaintlyrancid.Still,somethingwasbetterthannothing.Shepinchedhernoseandwolfeditdown,evenswallowingchibones.
Afterchuggiiresoda,sheletoutaloudbeldfloppedbatothemattress,staringbnklyattheceiling.
Herthoughtsdriftedbacktobeforeshe''''''''dbckedout—Julian,thatfool.Hewasn''''''''tmuchtolookat,buthewasn''''''''tabadguy.Kindofcute,inapitifulway.Shesighed.Hisgenitalshadseemedperfectlyhealthy...whatawaste.
Thesrattledassheshifted.Oheneersslidtothefloor,apageflippiheimageontheexposedpageimmediatelycaughthereye.
Speakofthedevil.
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