SHE FLASHED A small, wry smile. “I’ve been here long enough,” she admitted. “But I already KNOW a bit about all of this.” She waved her hand generally at everything happening around her. “And I know how to keep my lips zipped. But I do wanna hear what you were gonna come up with.”
Practiced eyes took in the situation, looking for any kind of injury. “I’ve patched up your…. coworkers? — more than once or twice.” Holding up her med bag, Becky gave it a shake. “Normally, I don’t do house calls, but might as well check while I’m here: you need anything?”
despite comforting sentiments , familiar feeling of paranoia presses against her chest – it’d planted its roots the moment ezekiel appeared at her door. a weed grown wild without hope for elimination. “ oh , i don’t know ... probably something along the lines of an underground fight club. crazy movie by the way ... ” eyes drift to the bag in the other’s hand , a faint nod accompanying crimson smile. “ guess the fight club is about as believable as what me and my coworkers do. y’know , now that you mention it ... you got an ice - pack in there ?? i , uh – fell. on my face. hard. ”