Malcolm slept in fits and bursts. Every time she groaned, he awakened to make sure she was alright, before sleep claimed him again.
When she finally woke, Malcolm woke too, sitting up to face her. "I'll get you more painkillers," he mumbled, swinging his legs off the side of the bed so he could stand. "And some water. Hold tight, I'll be back soon, I promise."
He padded down to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water. While he was there he flicked the kettle on, then he grabbed some pills and headed back upstairs. "Do you need my help again?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out the pills in case she could take them herself.