He left them to it, pacing the hall outside and waiting until he heard the nurse say, muffled through the curtain, that she was done.

When he swept back inside, she was carefully going down a list of instructions, handing over a couple of prescriptions the doctor had written. An antibiotic and a painkiller. Her eyes flickered to Curtis, uncertain.

"I'll get 'em filled," he said, leaning in to take the slips of paper.