"Good morning sleepyhead."
"'Mornin."
"Did you take your pills?"
"Yes, mother."
"Really?"
Bina sighs. "No, I'm taking them now."
"Hello Piotyr" says Kendra, catching the tiny dog.
"Yes. Yes you are a dog. Yes. Oh my it is exciting isn't it? Yes it is!"
Piotyr enthusiastically agrees. It is a day and she is a dog! Hurray!
"I think this zithro is old," says Bina.
"You have a serious infection. Every little bit helps."
"And we should be saving this tylenol. We're almost out."
"Yesterday you could barely walk by noon, and don't think I didn't hear you whimpering every time you stood up."
"Uuurgh."
"Just take it. How are your knees today?"
"Better."
They're not.
"No red streaks?"
"No red streaks."
This, at least, is true. They'd agreed on the first day, when both of them were dealing with their cuts, if either of them ends up with blood poisoning, they're going to use some of their limited time travel to get to a doctor.
Neither of them likes that idea, there are a ton of potentially lethal problems with trying it, but dying of septicaemia isn't something that either of them is willing to put up with.
"Wait, did you… just put your pyjamas back on after you had your shower?"
"Nnnnnooooo?"
"Bina! I need you to help me out with this!"
"I can help, I'll just -"
"No no - go change. Finish your coffee. I'll - I'll figure something out."
"'Mornin."
"Did you take your pills?"
"Yes, mother."
"Really?"
Bina sighs. "No, I'm taking them now."
"Hello Piotyr" says Kendra, catching the tiny dog.
"Yes. Yes you are a dog. Yes. Oh my it is exciting isn't it? Yes it is!"
Piotyr enthusiastically agrees. It is a day and she is a dog! Hurray!
"I think this zithro is old," says Bina.
"You have a serious infection. Every little bit helps."
"And we should be saving this tylenol. We're almost out."
"Yesterday you could barely walk by noon, and don't think I didn't hear you whimpering every time you stood up."
"Uuurgh."
"Just take it. How are your knees today?"
"Better."
They're not.
"No red streaks?"
"No red streaks."
This, at least, is true. They'd agreed on the first day, when both of them were dealing with their cuts, if either of them ends up with blood poisoning, they're going to use some of their limited time travel to get to a doctor.
Neither of them likes that idea, there are a ton of potentially lethal problems with trying it, but dying of septicaemia isn't something that either of them is willing to put up with.
"Wait, did you… just put your pyjamas back on after you had your shower?"
"Nnnnnooooo?"
"Bina! I need you to help me out with this!"
"I can help, I'll just -"
"No no - go change. Finish your coffee. I'll - I'll figure something out."