With her help he would sit up, his lips locked in pained expression as he did. But not from her, not from her helping, but the injury. She was tender, and oh so carefull. He tried to hide pain with a smile.<br/><br/>He took the pills and drank the juice, so sweet its taste it made up for the bitter pill taste. " It does taste better, and I cant taste those god awfull pills." He placed the cup down and patted his bed. " Please sit. Nat, I want to talk...