Seated comfortably on the couch, Jack watched as Lila worked her magic. The catheter had been inserted into his arm, the other end attacked to a drip bag. The drip bag itself was being fed by a long wire. Clear liquid filled the tube and the bag, ready to be distributed into his body.
"You sure you don't want to get changed?" Lila asked.
Jack was clothed in jeans, a fitted white t-shirt, and a hooded zip-up jacket. His hands were kept warm by fingerless gloves, and woollen socks covered his feet. It was habit by now to rug up in winter. Even though the heater was on inside, he felt it necessary to keep all of his clothes on.
"Nah, I'm good