Before I knew it, I brought her one of my bottles - along with the sleeve of nice soda crackers I'd been saving for when I attempted to make my own soup. And however long I was gone into the kitchen... into myself… she didn't seem to point it out.
If she is even in a state to keep track of time. I helped her sit up and held her at her lower back for support. Watching her try to drink without spilling told me exactly how bad her hand tremors were.
Suggested exactly how much worse it could get… or could have been. For a moment, I feel my teeth scrape together before I find my next 'focus'.
"Tell me more about this… training accident. How did real silver end up there and no one notice?"
"We regularly run security drills. Someone grabbed or stored the wrong canister type unit. Equipment mixup happens. It's not the first time, though it has been a while."
> No. Something like that does not just 'happen'. Not with something that dangerous. <
