I reached out my hand, and a portion of my swarm passed over it. Thanks to the fact that many of them were in contact with the bottle, it was easy enough to position my hand and know when to close it.
Oh yeah, I suppose a couple of the things she mentioned earlier were disinfectants. Like the iodine?
The bugs drifted away, and I was left holding the three-inch tall bottle.
My theatrics didn’t seem to impress her. Her tone was almost disparaging as she said, “Nobody uses hydrogen peroxide anymore. It delays recovery time.”
Huh, interesting.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” I said. “If the wounds heal over embedded glass, it’ll be that much more unpleasant.”
That is a very good point.
“Do you have medical training?” she asked me, her tone disapproving.
A tiny bit, yes.
The wording does make it sound like she’s implying that she does. That ought to come in handy if she does.
“Not enough, no,” I said with a sigh. I had the swarm pass over my hand again, picking up the hydrogen peroxide and depositing another plastic bottle in its place. “Iodine?”
“Thank you,” she said, in a tone that was more impatient than grateful. “We’re going to need more than this.”
I’m not so sure she can produce more. Maybe if she sends the bugs into other houses, someone’s got iodine in their cabinets? But how would the bugs open the cabinets? Better get lucky and find someone who’s left it out, and even then there’s the issue of identifying the bottles.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I told her, trying not to sound exasperated.
Yeah, this might not be so easy.
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