05-27-2020, 09:21 PM
[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Medicine. The word alone was enough to draw Roan over, although not that he hadn't been nearby already. He had just been returning from a trip to search for herbs when he heard coughing, an ugly sound that made him wince and his ears flatten. He couldn't even say with certainty who it was coming from, considering the vast amount of those he had treated recently who had injured lungs or battered bodies. He wished things could be different, but for now it was best to just be ahead of the curve, and make sure that nobody was suffering needlessly. As a result of this, the boy deviated from his course along the beach, figuring it wouldn't be too bad if he returned home a bit later. Had it been other any time, he probably would've been worried about how his mama would react, but at this point she had to be used to him being gone. His duties dragged him away from their home more often than not, hence why he had made it a goal of his to be around his mother and siblings as much as possible when he was around.
It wasn't long before Roan found himself in front of Goldie and Sam's porch, his eyes flicking between both his cousin and her girlfriend ‐ or fiancée, now. Considering Goldie seemed to be the one doing the questioning about medicine, Sam needed to be the one that was coughing. Shifting his bag a little bit around his waist, the boy hesitated before speaking up, "Uh... hey cousin Goldie. Hey, Sam." He didn't wish to interrupt any kind of intimate moment, but it seemed as though his services would be useful. His eyes were drawn for a moment to the red smears on the deck, which he was pretty sure weren't paint. Wincing a little, he continued, "If... If either of you need me to check you over or anything, feel free to ask. I've got my herbs on me, and I heard... coughing, from over here." He didn't want to directly point out the blood, not wanting to stress Sam out anymore than she might already be, but it was a sign that worried him.
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It wasn't long before Roan found himself in front of Goldie and Sam's porch, his eyes flicking between both his cousin and her girlfriend ‐ or fiancée, now. Considering Goldie seemed to be the one doing the questioning about medicine, Sam needed to be the one that was coughing. Shifting his bag a little bit around his waist, the boy hesitated before speaking up, "Uh... hey cousin Goldie. Hey, Sam." He didn't wish to interrupt any kind of intimate moment, but it seemed as though his services would be useful. His eyes were drawn for a moment to the red smears on the deck, which he was pretty sure weren't paint. Wincing a little, he continued, "If... If either of you need me to check you over or anything, feel free to ask. I've got my herbs on me, and I heard... coughing, from over here." He didn't want to directly point out the blood, not wanting to stress Sam out anymore than she might already be, but it was a sign that worried him.
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