"Raul," Fernando said.
"What is it?" Raul replied.
"Bring me morphine."
"She wouldn't take her dosage."
"I'll give it to her."
"She wouldn't take the laudanum," Raul said.
"Bring the morphine," said Fernando.
Raul's shoes rubbed slickly on the tiled floor.
"A spoon..."
"Here's a spoon."