It was your turn to give Curly his meds today, and Curly was quite happy about it. He hated when Jimmy would do it, simply shoving them down his throat, leaving Curly in the same pain they were supposed to help.

“Hey Curl…” You sighed out, taking some pills out of the bottle. “I’m here to give you your meds.”

He almost smiled, if it wouldn’t cause him extreme pain, making noises of happiness at you. You smiled at him, and gently put the pills in his mouth, washing them down with water. It took a bit of gagging and gargling before Curly could get them down, but he did without a lot of pain.

He wanted to say thanks, to hug you, to talk to you, but he couldn’t. All he could do was listen and watch as you sat next to him - it pained him to see you so sad. What you were sad about, he didn’t know, but everytime he saw you, there was a sad expression plastered upon your face.

He waited for you to say something, anything. He needed you to talk, even if he couldn’t say anything back.