[Ishu]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

He let her struggle and held onto her. He did not squeeze her tight or confine her but simply made sure she would not fall out of his arms. When she was done and turned away from him, he let her speak and say her bit. Obviously, she was damaged and he could feel it even if he couldn't see it. The worst and most insensitive thing to do would be to point it out and it didn't even cross his mind to do so.

When she mentioned her medicine, he grabbed her things and carefully rustled through it. quietly, he asked her, "Is it this one?" He showed her the needled and knew, if it wasn't this that it would be the pills as that was all there were. His tone was calm and almost caring. He just wanted to help her, that was it. No strings attached, no repaying, no nothing. She didn't even have to thank him.