"I'll be okay," she assured him, ignoring his feeble protests, and reaching first for the painkillers. Those would take a while to take effect, but by the time they did, he'd probably be glad of them. She fumbled with the bottle before it popped open, and she took a couple in hand.

Reaching carefully under his neck, she helped lift his head. "You'll have to take them without water, is that ok?" she asked, pausing only a moment before she held them in front of his mouth. Once that was taken care of, she could start on his wounds. The thought frightened her, but she had to, for Bridget's sake.