After a bit, Eliana strolled out with boiled eggs in hand and plopped them in front of Chase. "Feeling any better?"

"Nah, feeling like garbage," Chase mumbled between slurps of soup, his nose sounding like a trumpet.

Checking out his pale face, Eliana couldn't quite put her finger on the vibe. They weren't exactly tight like family, but they'd been through some stuff together. And he'd taken a hit for her.

"Where's the meds? Let me see if you've been popping them ...