location: well-aid status: open @factionstarters
Between her throbbing migraine and her backed-up sinuses, Marlo was already having a rough enough time trying to remember what day it was. And the fluorescent overhead lights of Well Aid buzzing like fucking flies in her skull certainly wasn't helping. It was the dead of spring, and her allergies were throwing a full-blown tantrum about it.
She needed Excedrin and Sudafed — stat.
She squinted at the wall of identical red boxes, all pulling maroon under the shade of her sunglasses. Lifting them to help her see better, and then quickly regretting it as the strength of the artificial lighting overwhelmed her, Marlo blinked hard to make the labels come into focus. But they all looked the same under this tired, painful haze.
Half-dazed and ready to snap, Marlo dropped her shades again and turned slowly toward the nearest stranger. She lifted a hand so that her thumb was to her ear and her pinkie hovered above her lips — unfortunately chapped from a morning of blocked nasal passages.
"Hey, I'm phoning a friend," she said softly, meeting their gaze as she spoke into her hand-shaped telephone. Anyone would be having a much better day than her, right? Surely they would answer her call for aid. "Can you help a girl in need find her medicine?"
