The woman bowed, and scuttled across the wooden planks- leaving a very bewildered atmosphere behind her.
"So, you were saying I'm like this because I started using narcotics huh? Is that right?"
The manager stiffened. But Nexus held her gaze firmly;
"Ma'am, forgive my forwardness, but this isn't the time to play semantics. This is serious. You need to begin treatment as soon as possible. If you don't, you'll probably only get worse and. . ."
The woman's body suddenly heaved as she coughed violently on the bed. Her white hair poured freely across her face. In tense vibrating movements, she forcefully expelled the dry air in her lungs in sharp guttural noises- spluttering into the white towel on her hand.
The manager promptly surged forward to her side. Bending low at her side, he kept muttering;
"I'm so sorry ma'am. . .easy there. . .easy. . ."
Growling, she snapped at him as soon as her cough cleared up;
"I'M FINE!!"
