Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-5385060-20170718045424

Leroy sat down beside Jo, rested her head on his shoulder. Had one arm around her to support her. He took one of the cold soda cans, and held it to her swolen face.

"That feels good..." Jo muttered, as the icy coldness numbed her swolen eye.

"Same old for us," Leroy commented to Michael. "Before the crew split, that is. I guess same now."

Once the soda started to lose the icy coldness, he left it on the table. Checked some of her zip pockets for aspirin or something, and found a strip of pills.

"Jo, why have you taken your meds?" Leroy asked, concerned. The strip was untouched. Not a pill missing, nor the packaging tampered with. It was as if they were a new strip.

"They make my head foggy," Jo replied.

Leroy shook his head, and returned them to her pocket. From another pocket on his camouflage combat trousers, he retrieved a wound sterilizing spray. Told her to close her eyes, and sprayed the cut that became apparent on her cheek, then the ones on her arms. Using a few tissues, he cleaned her up best he could. She started to show signs of her old self again. She held the other cold soda to her own face.