Alice was tired. So tired... All she wanted to do was sleep and forget everything about her miserable life as a lycan. Something she never wanted to be to begin with, but was forced into it when she was young...too young. Heck, she hadn't even believed in werewolves back then, and now she was about to die from a wound that wouldn't have hurt a human much at all, but hurt her greatly because it was silver. How ironic.<br/><br/>Her lashes fluttered, but when Rich grabbed her arm and spoke to her, she turned her head to him and nodded slightly. He had a needle, and she saw a first aid kit. When had that gotten here? Her breathing was a bit labored, but she was alive, and that was enough for now. As the needle bit into her flesh, she barely flinched. She had always had a high tolerance for pain, which was one reason she wasn't squealing and crying even as the silver burned its way through her body. It hurt horribly, but she managed to control herself and focus on anything but the pain. The needle prick was nothing.<br/><br/>As the injection began working, it sedated her slightly, which helped with the agonizing pain. It didn't help her already hazy and tired mind, though, and she found her eyes closing. They didn't remained closed for long, though, as she gasped and let out a whimper of pain as he pressed the cloth to her wound. Without even thinking, she grabbed his offered hand and held onto it...squeezing hard. Her heart pounded, and she winced as she hissed from the contact. She didn't complain, though, and finally controlled herself, although it was obvious it hurt.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes opened and she looked at him, silently thanking him as he seemed to be experienced and talented at healing.<br/><br/>"W-what is...your...name?"<br/><br/>She couldn't remember if he'd told her or not.