"Ow, Moira that hurts!"

"Oops. Sorry. I never was good with needles."

The man flinched as she gently eased the injection back out of his arm. Her hands were unsteady, and he definitely felt it.

"Maybe I should just find a real doctor."

"Oh, don't be silly." Moira tossed the needle to the side and grabbed another one. "My survival guide is the whole reason you got hurt in the first place. Its only right that I patch you up myself."

She hummed a tune while grabbing the small bottle of morphine from the cluttered table. The man grumbled, but stayed put in the chair. After all that work getting into the Mirluke nest, he was surely exhausted. Moira had nearly fainted when he dragged himself through her door. The poor man was in serious pain, and she was happy to help to him get better.

Of course, Moira had absolutely no medical experience at all, but he didnt need to know that.

The man gazed at her collection of items, stopping at a bottle that looked similar to the morphine.

"What's this clear stuff?"

"Oh! Thats the new and improved Molerat repellent! This time, you inject it into the bloodstream!"

He blinked, holding the lable up to his face as Moira studied his arm for the vein.

He looked back and forth between the bottle and the needle that protruded from his arm. "Does it work?"

"Well... Sort of."

"Meaning?"

Moira avoided meeting his eyes, becoming oddly interested in the injection.

"Remember the last issue? It may have gotten worse."

"Wait, WHAT?"

Moira jumped, dropping the needle once again. The man shook his head, slapping his palm to his face.

"Moira, Molerat Repellent doesn't work if it attracts them." He waited for her to scrounge for another needle to use, twirling the two bottles of liquid on the table.

"I know, I know. I'm still working on the antidote. Here"

She pulled yet another needle out of her pile of collectibles, holding it out for him to see. He rolled his eyes, setting the bottles down and giving his arm in response.

"Just give me the morphine real quick so I can get back out there.

Moira nodded, grabbing a bottle from the table and pouring it into the injection. The man watched as she gently eased it back into his arm.

Five minutes later, she was waving him out the door with a smile.

Moira turned back to her beautiful collection, organizing each of the bottles. A small, round lid caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the lid to the morphine. But just before she plucked it off of the table to screw it back on, she stopped.

Moira blinked, staring at the bottle of morphine. The bottle that already had a lid.

Then, she turned to her head to see her Molerat Repellent, wide open and obviously used up.

"Oops."