He lay sprawled on the worn-out couch, papers scattered across the table and some strewn on the floor. A low groan escaped his lips as he massaged his throbbing forehead. It was evident he had fainted again, a result of his lack of food and rest.

Amidst the discomfort, the sound of glass on the table caught his attention. His voice emerged heavy and stubborn, "I don't need medicine," he persisted, refusing to glance your way. He was determined to get up, despite the obvious need for rest.