[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/16/fe/3316fe559f13dd3bbefa84bd6e602b5e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quincy, Florida: E9. House, C8
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]

Thalia had woken up rather suddenly, enough so that Manny had one hand on his shotgun before he realized what had happened. Though ti didn't move at all, he was ready for the worst. "[color=00aeef]Dammit... You scared the living shit out of me. Glad to see you're still alive though.[/color]" She wasn't int he clear yet, though waking up is a good sign. Meant she still had enough fight in her to pull through this, and seems like an infection hasn't set in. So overall, a win. All things considering. "[color=00aeef]I'm afraid we lack pain killers, but if we look around I think we can find alcohol or something. My first Husband always said that worked just as well if you had enough of it.[/color]" Manny said with a simple laugh.

Manny eventually heard the call of duty. Box springs and mattresses. Normally he wasn't the kind of person pulled for this, but he was the only other person with all their limbs, so guess he was the perfect person for the job. "[color=00aeef]Yeah I can help out with that. Heart finally slowed down enough so my head could keep up.[/color]" He would still need to keep an eye on Thalia, but as long as a fever dind't break out, she should be fine. That was his main concern. That, and booze sounded great right about now. No idea why everyone was so obsessed with the canned O's. Alcohol was where the real fun was at.