"I want it."
When Taras received the answer he'd been hoping for, he slowly nodded and gently grabbed Le An by the shoulders, helping him sit up slightly so he could take the medicine. Le An placed the pill on his tongue and sipped water from the glass Taras held out to him. His hand trembled; he didn't even have the strength to lift the glass himself.
As the medicine melted in his throat, Le An barely managed to swallow. Before he could drink more than a few sips of water, he attempted to put the glass back on the nightstand; Taras took it from his hand and placed it there himself.
"My throat… hurts," Le An murmured, his hand moving to his neck.
