He tried to touch the bottles in the grouchy medic’s box and read the labels. “What does that do?” “Kills you,” she said. “And that one makes you vomit for twelve hours straight.” “Cool,” said Elliot. “Not cool, young man,” she said. “No touching.” “You’re a healer. You should be filled with ineffable goodwill and radiate an aura of peace.” “Get out of my infirmary,” she said. Elliot decided he liked her, and bestowed a smile on her as he ambled over to Louise.
