Carl frowned, fighting the rising tide of anger. Still she shunned him? Could he do nothing right? She hated him so much that she even refused his help? His tone was only slightly sharper as he moved the glass closer, nudging her hand.<br/><br/>"Please... I cannot bear to see your pain. Take the pills. It will help. I promise."<br/><br/>He reached over to gently stroke the hair from her face, then noticed that her arms were wrapped around her body. She was shivering. Setting the glass down, he moved to find a blanket to place over her. When he returned with the blanket, he look at her hand pointedly. He sat beside her and picked up the glass again, placing the blanket over the trunk that served as his coffee table. He hoped the silent message was clear. Take the pills, or go without the blanket.