Carl had completely forgotten his own injuries. Following her gaze, he looked down to notice the stain of blood streaming down from the cut over his ribs. The stain grew wider as the streaming blood had coursed down. The moistenned shirt was caked to his body, stuck there. In some places the blood had dried, but it was still wet where the blood still trickled every time he moved. There was another cut on his arm, though this one had not bled as much. It seemed to have congealed enough to stop bleeding at least.<br/><br/>Now that she mentioned it, he noticed for the first time the pain he was in. His ribs ached with every move. He guessed that the only thing that had stopped the blade from penetrating into his lungs was a rib, which meant the bone was likely chipped. his face showed nothing of this, reflecting only a soothing smile.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," he offered another bite, happy to notice the bowl was nearly empty now, "Don't fret. Finish this and I'll get you another pill. Its been long enough that you'll be needing one soon."<br/><br/>This was a lie, and he felt terrible for it. She wasn't due for a dose for around another hour, but she was becoming lucid fast, and he was terrified that she would soon feel the pain. He didn't want her in pain. When she finally finished the bowl, he placed it on the tray and rose from the couch. When he was fully upright, the strangest thing happened. For a moment, it looked as though the room tilted sideways, as if the world had inexplicably tilted on its axis. Throwing out a hand for balance, he shook his head to clear it and the sensation of vertigo went away. As if nothing had happened, he stepped around the couch and returned the bowl to the kitchen. After only a moment, he returned to her with a single pill and a tall glass of water.<br/><br/>"Here take this, and drink as much as you like. It'll help."