He quietly slipped two pills in hers, his brows furrowing as they dissolved. He went to her, offering it.
She blinked, standing up, setting her glass on the table. "What do you mean un..." She paused and swayed dangerously, her eyes darting around, suddenly afraid. "What's..."
"Francis, what's..." She looked over at him as her eyes grew foggy, her brows furrowing. "What's happening...?"
"I don't, I don't..." she said frantically, trying desperately to fight the extreme sleepiness that was rolling in. "I don't... I don't want to go... I don't..."
He frowned, his hand on her jaw as he watched her stress with guilt. "It'll be okay. I'll.. I'll wake you up. I'll find a way."
Her voice cracked and tears filled her eyes. "No, I don't... please..." She murmured and fell into a deep sleep, her head lolling off to the side.
He shuddered, taking her and resting her on the bed. He quickly went to his bag and took out the pills, quickly going outside to throw them away in the dumpster.