“I have a name.” He muttered quietly. “But you’re not.” He protested. Placing an arm around her shoulders to keep her from stumbling, he guided her to her room. Lying her down on the bed, he whispered the next part. “Just get some sleep. You’ll feel better in like 24 hours.”
“Tomorrow’s gonna be hell…” It wasn’t a question. She lay down and stared up at him as she whispered, “What helps?” He had to know. She’d only wanted the drugs to numb her pain in the first place but it seemed to have made things even worse.