Carl watched her relax and smiled to himself. He knew he'd made the right decision in putting the medication in her food. She was much happier this way. With gentle, loving hands, he pulled the blanket down and spoke in a soft, lulling voice, "Just relax, love... This wont hurt a bit. Think of something else. Tell me about something you enjoy." As he spoke, he worked to pull the soaked bandages free. Guilt sending pangs through his heart, he set to work on repairing the damage to her stitches and stopping the bleeding.