He gave a small wry chuckle, "They dun help..." he shifted as he tried to keep his eyes open, "Nothin' does." he sighed softly as his gaze trailed to the plate of cookies. His black lips took on a slight frown as a sudden wave of nausea washed over him. He closed his eyes and rested his head back on the window jam.<br/><br/>Eating. Another thing Tao did rarely, only when his body absolutely needed nutrition. This was partially due to his medications stealing his appetite and also a feeling he deserved to suffer. Why? It was related to the events he wouldn't talk about, only Dirk knew the reason.