The woman was sweating so much that she and Amy had changed the sheets once already since yesterday afternoon. Adam leaned against the inside of the doorframe, his face hidden in the palm of his hand. Jessie leaned back in her chair and looked pitiably at the man. “We have some antibiotics, right?” she asked. Lacey sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Yeah, I think there’s some left.” he said quietly as he wandered over to his wife’s side. She had been drifting in and out of consciousness since around midnight. “I don’t know. Eamon had a bag full of pills and stuff.” Jessica nodded and stood up, drying her hands on her shirt. “I’ll ask Amy where it is.” she said quietly, letting a hand rest sympathetically on the man’s shoulder as she passed. Lacey sort of half smiled sickly and took Jessica’s place at his wife’s bedside. He took his wife’s hand and squeezed it, pained by how pale and sickly she seemed to him.
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