You sit there at Judith's desk, playing around on her computer. Your head hurt and you were getting pretty sleepy. You click off the game you were playing, stepping out of the small office area. Sighing, making a hell of an ache ring through your head, you slide into the small break room. You search the cabinets, tossing bottles and boxes out that aren't filled with what you're looking for.
"What're ya lookin' for?" Judith's soft voice says from the doorway.
"Medicine. Ibuprofen. Something. I've got a crazy headache." You reply, not breaking from your object throwing.
She pulls you away from the cabinets, slowly putting away the stuff you threw out. You step back, watching, your head still pounding. After she finishes cleaning up, she grabs a small bottle filled with Advil from under the sink. She opens it, taking out two of the reddish pink tablets. She holds out the palm of her hand, the pills laying there for you to grab.
Taking them, you grab a bottle out of the fridge that sits in the room. You pop the pills into your mouth, drinking from the bottle. Judith smiles softly, watching.
"Would ya like me to take ya home, dear?" She suggests, her eyes still filled with concern.
"That would be nice. Or, do I have any serious damage to my melon?" You joke, though you know you ought to get checked up. Someone's bound to have found out about what happened with the wreck.
Judith brushes your hair away from where she wiped away the blood previously. She studies it for a few seconds, squinting her eyes. "No, I think it's fine. It's only a minor scratch. I'll put a band-aid on it before I take you home." She rushes back to the bathroom for a band-aid.
(I know it's short. I just thought I'd update a short one today.)
