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Wasn't talking to? Excuse the fuck out of me. Hermès couldn't believe what the man wrestling Finley was saying. As if the world revolved around his every word. News flash, it revolved around Hermès every word. After all he was a teenager, duh. [Color=67AB6D]”Yeah, wasn't talking to you either. Ya pazzo. I was responding to my cousin and friend.”[/color] He watched as the Paramedic plunged a needle into Finley that he could only assume was the tranq he'd asked for moments before. [Color=67AB6D]”How long till it takes effect?”[/color] It couldn't be instant right? It took some time to get in the system, that's why it wasn't working yet. Or at least he hoped.

[Color=67AB6D]”Keep it down? Like a fever? You docs got ice packs in that truck? Or maybe some garlic? My Nonna always gives me crushed garlic when I'm sick. Says it's good for me. Maybe a cold wet rag?”[/color] Hermès wasn't really sure what to do to help Finley. After all, all his family's remedies involved being at home. Resting, eating crushed garlic, teas made from a bunch of herbs, or a small glass of hot red wine. Nothing that he could replicate out here.