A small, orange bottle of pills with Lucille's name on it hit her on the back of her head, making her turn on one heel and snatch it before it hit the ground. She opened it, hands shaking, as if it were a bottle of water and she was stranded in the desert, and she took one dry before pocketing the bottle. She half-listened to Christopher, dizzy with relief and staring as usual. What fascinating eyes; she'd never seen the eyes of a blind person before. Shyly Lucille waved a hand in front of his face to test him, although she didn't really need to be told twice.
It was clear now that she was starting to calm down with that situation avoided and her antipsychotics working their way into her bloodstream.
She hesitated a moment, wondering if she could trust these people, and reminding herself that she had no choice, she reluctantly said, "I'll team." She glanced at Connor and Lester.
It was clear now that she was starting to calm down with that situation avoided and her antipsychotics working their way into her bloodstream.
She hesitated a moment, wondering if she could trust these people, and reminding herself that she had no choice, she reluctantly said, "I'll team." She glanced at Connor and Lester.