CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
OR DID I KILL CURIOSITY?
Annabelle looked over at the young man, really getting a good look at him , and she nearly gasped. How was he even upright? He looked horrendous. Definitely ill, and thin. The hollow spots and rings around his eyes told her that he was at the very least dehydrated. She may not have taken very good care of herself in the Megacity, but she at least ensured that she was never dehydrated.
She noted the barely touched glass next to him, and could only assume it was his.
"My name is Annabelle. Should you even be up? You look like you have a foot in the grave."
She chewed her lip. She couldn't let him just sit here like this. "Is there a doctor around? Someone you can see for this?" She really wanted to try to help him, and there weren't a lot of people in her life that she did.
She noted the barely touched glass next to him, and could only assume it was his.
"My name is Annabelle. Should you even be up? You look like you have a foot in the grave."
She chewed her lip. She couldn't let him just sit here like this. "Is there a doctor around? Someone you can see for this?" She really wanted to try to help him, and there weren't a lot of people in her life that she did.
