"Give me two cold tablets."
The frosty voice echoed in the room, effectively suppressing Becca Reyes's discontent.
Becca Reyes turned her head to see Flossie Wright on her bed, her eyes barely open. She instinctively asked, "Are you catching a cold?"
Flossie half-squinted her eyes and gave Becca a cold sweep, making it crystal clear it was none of her business whether she was catching a cold or not.
"Alright, I'll get it for you."
She didn't quibble with a sick patient. Although Becca wanted to revel in Flossie's sudden illness, delaying training due to a cold wasn't a good thing. Grabbing a cup of water and retrieving the medication wouldn't kill her, and why not perform this simple act?
