For some reason, that's the thing that breaks him.
He can't explain the trigger, but it sure gets pulled anyhow. Looking into her small pale face, seeing those wide hopeful eyes as she waits for more of what's killing her, Rodeo feels his heart shatter like a bottle striking a bar and tears flood his blue eyes. Her stares at her through them, lifting his hands up to frame her face, shifting so she's nearly in his lap as his thumb grazes her cheek.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he breathes, fingers of one hand sinking back into her tangles of hair, holding her face close as he leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek. He inhales sharply, catching a sniffle, and drops one of his hands from her face to dig into his pocket. He draws out a little orange prescription bottle, but there's no green crystals inside. Just a couple pills. He twists off the cap and shakes out two pills, one large and one small, and holds them out to Emilie in the palm of his hand.
"Take these, baby. They'll help. I think they'll help. You need some water, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice close and low, one of his hands cupping her jaw, his fingers curling back behind her head. He holds her like a child as tears leak from his eyes.