Lauren stared at Red as his mouth didn't make clear words.  "Red..."  She glanced at the pump and stared as a number flashed.  So, she'd done a little research on blood sugar and diabetes for a story, but she wasn't an expert by any means.  However, even she knew that number wasn't good.<br/><br/>"Anyone have juice?" Lauren called as Red sank to the floor and she followed him as he ate some tablets.  "Red, you really need to slap me once in a while when I'm being a fucking pain in the ass," she hissed, kneeling in front of him.  "What can I do?  Would straight sugar packets help?" she started rummaging in her pockets but only came up with her Zen, the pen, and the tattered copy of hamlet.  She'd left her notebook back at the Blood Bar.  She was too concerned for Red to worry about writings that would never see a publisher.<br/><br/>"You need food, don't you?" she said.  She looked back at the damned doors into the bunker where there was supposed to be food.<br/><br/>"We need to open the door."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br/>Handgun<br/>Hamlet<br/><del>Notebook</del>(left behind at bar)<br/>Mechanical Pencil<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/>HP: 137/147<br/>Stamina:  174/182<br/>Feeling:  Better in a worse sort of way.</div></div>