Panel 1: Rahim
leads Casey into Marie's living room. Casey is uncharacteristically
hugging himself and shivering. Marie holds a bowl of soup.
Marie: What's wrong with him?
Rahim: Mostly exhaustion and malnutrition. He's probably lost about forty pounds.
Panel 2: Rahim sits Casey down on Marie's futon and angrily sets up a pillow for him. There are already blankets on the futon.
Marie: That's...not good.
Casey: Cold...
Rahim: Of course you're cold, you idiot. You've got no body fat.
Panel 3: Rahim stalks away.
Rahim:
Get under the damn blankets and eat your soup. Marie, help him; his
hands have been shaking all night. If he says a word, pour the soup
over his head.
Panel 4: Casey gets under the blankets. Marie sits down beside him on the futon.
Marie: Impressive bedside manner.
Casey: Sssshhhh.
Alt-Text:
I get the sense that Rahim has now lost even the very small filter he
used to have; he just says whatever comes into his head and leaves
everybody else to deal with the consequences.
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