Moira stared blankly at him for a moment. How did he know how much money she had? She hadnât taken it out of her backpack yet. When he took her pack off of her back she reached for it, sending the pills that were in her arms falling all over the place. She hadnât put the medicine in her backpack, why was he taking it and dumping it out in front of everyone! Inside were a change of clothes, a flashlight without working batteries, a book that had the outline of a star on it, a bunch of tampons, pens, note books, a furled up twenty dollar bill. She wasnât sure how much a twenty could buy her but it was a fifth of a hundred, so she had assumed a lot. Her face was burning a bright red and she picked up the bottles. At least none of them had broken open and she would not have to buy them.<br/><br/>âHer symptoms?â she question as she regained her footing. âWell, she had a fever for seven days but that has subsided and now she just keeps getting weaker and weaker. She is shaking and barely able to move. Her muscles are sore and she is losing the ability to speakâ¦â<br/><br/>That was an odd assortment of ailments but it was what her grandmother was going through. She looked at the prices and winced. At most she could afford two of them and she turned desperate eyes at him. âWhich ones will help her? I donât know and the print is so small.â<br/><br/>This place was pressing in on her and making her feel sick herself. So many people thinking and feeling so many things. It was too much for her! She was using all of her self will to keep in place. A lump rose in her throat and she swallowed harshly.