[Kieren's shoulders tense sharply. Though it had to happen sometime, he couldn't just show up with a syringe of strange green liquid and his bleached out eyes and skin and ask that people not ask questions. Still, he glances toward the door before deciding that's a stupid, pointless idea.
He hugs his arms round himself, but he doesn't turn round just yet.]
Um, every day. [His voice comes out tight in his throat, and he coughs to smooth it out again.] I have to take it every day. What I've got should last me a week.
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He hugs his arms round himself, but he doesn't turn round just yet.]
Um, every day. [His voice comes out tight in his throat, and he coughs to smooth it out again.] I have to take it every day. What I've got should last me a week.