"Uh huh," Verity managed to blink away the tears and loosen her death grip on the edge of the bed. She hated feeling like this, helpless and needing to be taken care of, like she was a burden. Fred hadn't signed on for this. Even the other night, when she'd made him come over with some of his Mum's chicken soup and tell her how pretty and brilliant she was, she'd certainly made it worth his while. But this? She didn't remember falling asleep last night, but judging by the fact that her jeans were still on, she doubted that they'd done anything. "Not unless you sneaked one in my pie." She managed to respond, turning her head slightly to look up at Fred.