Hoshor Plains vip treatment

He scoffed and almost shot back with "How can I trust you?". He managed to keep the thought as just that. He was much too tired to start any arguments. Plus it wouldn't be very polite of him. The guy had already invited him into his home, even went as far as to offer some help. The least he could do was be on his best behavior. 

He still had some sense left. 

The medic, Speedy, didn't keep them waiting for very long. He was disgusted by that smile and that concerned tone with the look to boot. Everything about her just disgusted him, or more accurately, made him feel weak and helpless. The question didn't make matters any better.

No. Obviously not. Meadow guy— He didn't know what was throwing off his memory more: the sickness or the desperate need to avoid the question. —I mean Evergreen. Evergreen said you had supplies that could help me with a stomach ache.