She sensed the pain coming off of him and helped him to a sitting position. "Does it hurt?"
He winced.
"I'll get you some IB profane."
She rushed into the kitchen and brought the bottle out, "you should probably eat something first you're not supposed to take these on an empty stomach."
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro