Patrick was quite happy to hang back, peering over George's shoulder to see how Wrath was. When it was confirmed she was alive, he slipped out into the kitchen in the search for a glass to put some water in.
Wrath let George roll her over, and she stared up at him, her eyes glassy and slightly unfocussed. She hadn't even told him October's father wasn't actually a random, but someone she was in love yet, let alone the fact that he had come back and she had had a blissful week and a half with him before he was once again ripped away.
"Geor'," she murmured before her head flopped to the side.
Patrick darted back in, stopping short in the doorway. "I got water," he said, feeling out of his depth here. "Maybe- Wrath, should we get you into a shower or something?" Maybe the water would wake her up a little?