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."
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly