health care

[Jazzi]

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Across from Roland, and the first thing he sees in the relatively small bedroom-kitchen cubby combo, is the messiest double bed tucked into the corner. Duvet thrown to one side, pillows askew, clothes littered across it's length. A bedside table complete with lightstand, alarm clock, and a PDA sat atop the clock. A wardrobe standing the height of the room with a smaller cabinet with a keypad mechanism tucked between it and the other far corner. A dark brown leather holster with a sidearm was placed on top of the cabinet. Clothes hung on a wireframe clotheshorse, the smell of damp, softener infused fabric eminating from it. The small alcove where Thallia stood was a tiny kitchen space - the surfaces barely large enough to prepare a meal. Plenty big enough for a cup of something warm.

Thallia turns and looks at Roland with a sheepish smile, her chuckle nervous and quiet. "ur... I didn't expect you to come so quickly. D...D...ignore the mess. Please."

"and d...don't worry. I get it. I'm a coffee person so this lives in the cupboard just in case," she says, looking over her shoulder briefly at Roland to the sound of a spoon tapping against the sides of a mug. The pungent smell of hot blackcurrent filling the room. Running her fingers along a short rack of spices, she finds a tall tube of clear liquid. Unscrewing it, she adds it to the tea and continues to stir. "I've added some contrast d...dye to your tea. Shouldn't, ur... shouldn't taste or smell of anything. An iodine-gadolinium solution. Once absorbed, it'll aid our scans by i...improving visibility of various tissues."

Turning to Roland and smiling warmly, she offers the mug of tea towards him.

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The Guardian Protocol

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