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."
Y'know, sometimes a family is a mutant superhuman clown with cartoony powers, a hyperactive shapeshifter created in a lab, the ghost of an artificially created being who only exists for exposition, a cat who is an eldritch god for some reason, and an emo guy who doesn't canonically exist — GengarIsBestBoy