Lucio's eyes widened even further as Ansel described what had happened and began showing real, genuine signs of pain and emotion. Lucio had never seen the man actually show any sort of weakness or discomfort that he could remember. Even when he was drunk Ansel was a fairly strong, unwavering figure, so Lucio knew that he must have been in a crippling about of pain if he was writhing about like he was now. "Um, yeah, water . . . I can do that," he whispered urgently, hopping up to his feet and glancing around briefly as though he was still fairly disoriented. He didn't hesistate too terribly long, however, before hurrying out of the room and dashing down the stairs.<br/><br/>He moved into the kitchen and began almost frantically searching for things to help his darling. He hated seeing him in so much pain, it was causing his heart to constrict uncomfortably in his chest just thinking about him lying there upstairs. He fetched him a large glass of water (making sure it was a to-go style cup with a straw in case the man's hands were shaking), as had been requested, and he also grabbed the bottle of Tylenol as well as a small ice pack from the fridge. All were tools that he had used in the event of testicular damage in the past, and he hoped that they would help Ansel to get through the pain he'd caused him.<br/><br/>He jogged back up the stairs with all of his items and he returned to Ansel, setting them all on the bedside table and crouching down beside the man. "Let's get you up on the bed, darling," he whispered, delicately wiggling himself beneath Ansel's arm to help lift him up onto the bed. He assisted the man in settling against the headboard and he handed him the water first, guiding the straw towards his lips delicately. "I brought Tylenol as well, my love, and an ice pack . . . Do you want two pills?" he murmured as he reached over to grab the bottle, popping it open and depositing two little white pills into his hand.