<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/57/11/c357112f56a80a8dde93a49960cd4d7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - midday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Women's Dorms, Room 202<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Checking in on her.<br/><br/>Troy's thoughts has been drifting off to nowhere specific when he held her hand and hoped she healed. She started to stir and it was her stomach growling that snapped him back to reality. "Hey there kitten, welcome back." He hugged his fingers in her grasp and then pulled away... only long enough to get her food.<br/><br/>"I thought this might help speed your recovery." He gave her that trademarked grin and brought over the cafeteria tray he 'borrowed' from the cafeteria. "I made sure they cooked the steak in the sandwich just the way<em>we</em>like it." Meaning fairly pink. "They served it with a kind of french onion soup in case you wanted to dip the sandwich in it." He brought over a cup of warm tea as well - her throat might be sore from coughing up all that water.<br/><br/>Troy waited and helped her sit up a bit, putting an extra pillow or two behind her back so that she could just relax and eat. He then collapsed back into her chair with his own sandwich. "I'm so very glad you are okay Libby." He wanted to tell her that he had never been more scared in his life, but he held back.