"I know, Sora," Tifa said, running her hand gently over her son's hair. Her poor baby. "I bring you something for the pain, alright?" Something for the pain, and then something to eat when his stomach was ready.
Tifa left for a moment to mix the pain medication with some warm tea, mixed with a little sugar to help it go down. Gently, gently, she helped her son sit up and handed him the cup. "Drink it quickly," she advised.