David looked at her. "You don't have to take pills Tris. We'll get you the shot kind. You'll only need it every other month. Please Tris. I don't want you to die. I don't want to lose you when I just found you." He hugged her tightly and let her go. "I'll make sure they don't get you pills. You won't have to swallow anything I promise. Just...give it a shot. Please." He said in a pleading voice. Letting her go and watched her as she rubbed her eyes. He sighed as she spoke. "I want to take you to get your nails done. We'll stay away from doing anything hard core until you have your strength up again." He said softly. He hoped she would at least think about the shots. He couldn't make her do the drugs but maybe she would consider the shots. He hoped so because otherwise he knew she would die. He looked down then hugged her again. "Please just think about it." He whispered. He then pulled away. Helping her to stand and took her by the hand. Pushing the doctor away with a scowl when he said she would have to take the meds. "No. She just needs to think about it. She doesn't have to do anything." He said. Taking Tris away from the doctor who was saying things like she would die. "DO NOT SAY THAT." He cried out. Pulling Tris away from that hallway. Rubbing the tears from his eyes that were threatening to fall. He...didn't want to think that she would die. He wanted to think she would be here with him a long time. He wiped the tears away. Taking him to the lady who gave everyone, even the males, manicures. Except guys only got the nails cleaned and smoothed. They never got them painted except with hardener.