You're suffering on the couch - the pain is too much to handle right now. You got wisdom tooth surgery a couple days ago and it just had to go and get infected. Lottie's in the bathroom trying to find some pain killers for your swollen gums but she left minutes ago. You feel frustrated that you can't yell for her, and you're way comfortable on the couch. You feel your chest start to heave and a tear slip.

"I found them!" Lottie exclaims as she walks back into the room. Her expression immediately turns into worry as she notices your state. "Sweetheart, is everything okay?" she places the pills on the table next to the couch and sits down by your legs, rubbing them softly.