"I can call Johnny," she says as she rises and retrieves one of the pillows from his bed. "But I don't know where he is. I just thought he went out." She heard him leaving the building earlier and had not thought to question something so routine, but it must have been in search of some in-home remedies.

She hands it to him and bites the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile. Distantly amusing as Gabe's plight might be, he clearly is in a lot of discomfort, and she doubts her landlord would take kindly to her laughing at him.

She digs her phone from her pocket and scrolls through the woefully short list of contacts. "Do you have anything like tea or soup?" Even once she knows when Johnny might be back, she does not feel fully comfortable just leaving while Gabe is so openly miserable.