Carl was red-eyed, touseled, and pale after such a long time of careful work trying to stop the bleeding and save her. He stitched wounds for so long that he lost track of time. When he finished with that, he cleaned, treated, and dressed the wounds. then finally set to work on figuring out a way to rehydrate her. It was harder than he thought it would be.<br/><br/>He felt such an incredible sense of relief when her eyes fluttered open that a half sob escaped his throat.<br/><br/>"Thank goodness... oh, I was so worried."<br/><br/>He could tell she was in a great deal of pain. Rising from the couch, he went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a orange pill bottle with a white lid. After twisting off the cap and shaking a couple pills out, he replaced the bottle and returned to her side. Picking up the glass of water he'd been trying to get her to drink, he cupped a hand under her neck to help lift her head.<br/><br/>"Here. Take these. It will help with the pain."<br/><br/>He offered the pills first, holding them an inch from her mouth, fully expecting her to take them.