The pain she saw ripple across his face ripped into her line she'd been shot. There wasn't a damn thing she could do. Maybe what she had suggested before. She carefully set his hand down and got up, she began moving things so that they would be within reach. The pitcher of water, the bowl of chipped ice, the one she was using the cloth in... All on his bedside table.
"Well hell Rawdon, that means I'm not robbing the cradle anymore. What's an old girl like me to do?" And of course she could at least try to keep his spirits up. "What I'm going to do, is lean you forward, just enough to slide in behind you. You can lean back on me, and if you fall asleep, well, I'll be okay with that. I'm a little lumpier than the mattress, but I think you've probably been laying down for a while." She knelt at his side, with full intent on leaning him forward. "That sound like a solid plan?"