Back muscles screaming in pain, Valetni had only a second to analyze the situation before a bottle was shoved in his mouth. Fighting his reaction to jerk away, Valetni twitchily moved his arms to take the bottle in hand, the sleeves rolling back to reveal mottled, almost continuous bruising up and down them. Tilting his head back to allow as much of the Tears to flow down his throat as possible. Finally, the vessel emptied, he slumps back down onto the bed. Still in considerable, but now manageable amounts of pain.<br/><br/>"Th-thank." He manages to gasp out as he stares at the ceiling, now quiet.