He rushes off suddenly, with words of water and aspirin. And I'm grateful, despite my shame, that he cares for me so.

I should be better for him, he deserves so much more than me.

When he comes back I manage to sit up enough to drink on my own, and carefully accept the pill and glass from him. I stare at the tiny pill a moment, my thoughts trying to go all deep.

When I was Greeed, the only pain I knew was longing, and no pill could fix that.

Stop it, Ankh.

I take the pill and drink several gulps of water, then murmur as aloud a thanks as I can manage.