You slowly peered open the door with a faint crack, walking in quietly to observe the surroundings for a few moments. The glowering sun from the “window” shone down, a vibrant light directed at the limp body laid on the bloody medical bed. You looked around before spotting the small pile of painkillers on the white desk, concern in your expression at the diminishing amount. At least the extra pills from the red box would help support him for a little bit longer.

You grabbed the prescription, taking a casual glance at the inscriptions on the orange bottle no matter the fading text. You grudged over to the side of Curly, looking down at his face hesitantly. If you even call it one from his agonizing injuries coated all over his form.

His eye followed you as you approached, a curious but wary demeanor taking over his blank stare. He took one glance at the bottle in your hand, then darting his gaze back to you.