“Thank you.” Eliza said, accepting the morphine gratefully. It killed her to watch people suffer when she helped them, to have to go it with nothing to dull their pain. She led the man to her house, one of the larger ones in order to accommodate her patients, and immediately went to the safe in her living room, putting in the combination, sticking the morphine in, and closing it firmly. She wouldn’t risk someone trying to get something they didn’t need just to feel better.<br/><br/>“Alright, strip, soldier boy.” She said, smirking slightly. “Gotta check for bites. I’ll give you some privacy while I find you some clothes.” She offered, walking briskly up the stairs to the storage room. It didn’t take her long to find clothes that would fit a man of his size, and she grabbed an assortment of shirts, jeans, shorts, and boxers for him.