The cough hurt it ached in her broken ribs and she cringed, trying to stifle the next one as it came but that didn't do much to help. After everything here she was, too sick to even consider opening the gorgeous bottle of wine awaiting her in the kitchen. "My looks, my only concern," she croaked quietly.
Nothing about the couch was particularly cozy, she'd been here a while now and while she was used to it this was the first time Claire had longed for a bed, the softness of a mattress to bury her aching body into. "Untouchable? not in your fantasies I'm not," she managed to joke because she wasn't dead yet.
There was no way she was moving and she closed her eyes, breathing slow and deep as he went to fetch her bag. Claire drifted off in just the moment he was gone, awakening again as he spoke. Water was a welcome sight, her lips were sticking to her teeth and she reached for the glass with a shaking hand. Claire tossed the pills into her mouth, sloshing water out of the glass a little as she drank.