Aria looked down at the pills in his hand, her sight much better than when she first opened her eyes, and turned her head to the side. Granted the pain in which she was feeling was immense and she was more than certian that the pills would help but she saw no point. As she looked around she had to admit that the glass of water in his other hand was a much more welcome site. It had been over a day, she imagined, since the last time she had, had anything to drink.<br/><br/>She wanted to sit up but as she tried, the pain shot through her, stopping her before she got a chance. The cuts seemed to hurt even more than she remembered them and only got worse as a chill went down her spine. She was getting cold. It could have been caused by the loss of blood or even due to the fact that she had no shirt but she crossed her arms over her chest in hopes she would warm up. Each time she shivered from the cold, each time the pills looked more tempting.