When he saw that she was awake, staring up at the ceiling, he suddenly feared that she would soon be in pain. He cringed at the thought of her suffering. Rising from the chair with a grunt, he shuffled into the kitchen to find her another pill. Just as before, he ground the pills into powder. He knew she would likely not be hungry yet, so he sprinkled the powder into a glass of orange juice and took it to her, smiling as he offerred the glass.<br/><br/>"Here. You need fluids after so much blood loss. This will help."