"We'll find somethin else for ya." Jesse promised. He wouldn't force anyone to repeat a nightmare that bad, and there were other sorts of medications out there that did similar things without the trippy side effects. NyQuil was just the best at it.
"Guess it's universal and across time, soup soothes the soul." He smiled and got up to go get it for her, squeezing her hand slightly before he did.
"A shout like that, darlin, I was ready fer anything. I didn't know what the fuck was goin on. Ya sounded scared and angry all at the same time. While there's faces in this place I don't want you to tangle with, I try not to live in fear of em comin round. No way to live, that. Just tryin to take care of ya, like I said I would."
He disappeared into the kitchen and returned quickly, chicken and stars in hand. He'd not missed the way her eyes looked, but he knew better than to bring it up. Especially now, when she was not feeling so hot.