He continued to watch her as she struggled to open the bottle. It was quite humorous. At the same time though, he felt bad for doing this to her. He knew that her arm wasn’t up to par without it’s double. Now here she was struggling to open the most simplest thing. Vincent reached out and took the bottle when she offered it to him. It was only a few seconds before he opened it.
“Here,” he responded with a huff.
Feeling more and more useless, Amelia could do nothing else but observe as Vincent easily opened the medication.
"Ah, haha. So the cap is supposed to turn that way.” She nodded. “I see, I see. They, uh, they must be manufacturing them differently these days.”
The scholar took two pills from the bottle and popped them into her mouth as if they were some sort of candy. She had gotten used to taking medication without water during her days in the field, though the taste was something she could never quite conquer, and Amelia grimaced and coughed and shook her head a few times before it eventually cleared.
"Agh, thank you, Vincent. Ahem, well then. I shan’t be taking up any more of your time. I will see you… as soon as you have work available?"
She had to stay hopeful, especially with her paycheck in jeopardy.
" ‘Ta, then. On the morrow, as they say!"
But since Amelia couldn’t go anywhere without an incident these days, the moment she spun around and headed out the front door, she misjudged the distance between her and the door frame and — much like one would with an already-stubbed toe or other injured body part — smacked her bad arm right into the trim.
Had she not slapped a hand over her mouth, the scholar would have then yelped something most vulgar, and she simply couldn’t have that; she was proud of her extensive vocabulary, though it was trying at times to keep certain words out of it. So, she simply laughed it off and gave a weak, halfhearted wave back to Vincent in some shoddy attempt to reassure the farmer, and then started off on her way with a new sort of… hobble to her walk.
"Hm. Whatever excuse you want to make for it." Vincent watched as she took the pills dry and grimaced. How anyone could do such a thing was beyond him. The thought of doing something like that made him gay. He swallowed whatever saliva he could, just to relieve the ache in his throat. Nodding, he crossed his arms. "Alright. I’ll be sure to tell you. See you tomorrow."
Before he could even walk off to finish cleaning, he witnessed her smashing her arm on the door frame. If watching her take a pill dry was bad, this was just a nightmare. He narrowed his eyes and his mouth twisted into a frown. There was no way that that had to be pleasant. Looking at Amelias face, he was surprised to se her brushing it off. No, surely she was in pain.
Even if she wasn’t, his morals wouldn’t let him let her walk home. Scowling and growling, he followed her and grabbed her good arm. Come on, you imbecile. I’m walking your dumb ass home.”