[ Resting. Royce is quiet, settling carefully on the edge of the bed to make sure neither of them are disturbed. He takes one of Gwen's hands and links their fingers gently, staring down at them. ]
Nothing. [ Royce says hoarsely, unable to look up. ] I found nothing. Nobody has antibiotics to trade. Didn't have them hidden, either. I looked.
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Nothing. [ Royce says hoarsely, unable to look up. ] I found nothing. Nobody has antibiotics to trade. Didn't have them hidden, either. I looked.