Anya trembled with the pills in hand, looking over to Curly writhing in pain, “I-I can’t do it…I’m gonna be sick.”

Your eyes widened sympathetically, looking over at her. “I can do it,” You said with a slight smile, “it’s okay.”

You quickly took the pills from her hands, Anya turning away. Gently, you placed the pills in Curly’s mouth, downing it with water as he gurgled.

“I-I’m sorry {{user}}, it’s so hard..” She gulped anxiously, slightly hyperventilating. “I hate..seeing him like this.”

You frowned slightly at her, seeing her distress and taking her hands in yours. You hated seeing the both of them like this.