Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

He pulled his breath through his teeth as she slowly pulled her attention to him, holding it as their eyes met. His breath escapes his maw in a soft high whine after she desperately pleads with him. Her smaller paw barely warm against his. Don't trap her, don't dare. Don't even move.

His deep viridian eyes, one accented with freckles of lavender, flickered between her striking intelligent blues. It wasn't her fault she wasn't educated. His mind ran down the list of potential sleep aids, she already had valerian in her body a nerve relaxer, poppies would just ease any pain, ether was impossible to find and harder to make. Skullcap was anti-anxiety... Chamomile would settle the stomach. He ran through more herbs that he knew had soporific effects, sleep-inducing, but some of them might make these hallucinations even worse, or... if mixed stop her heart.

"I'm still thinking, Ves. I'm trying to remember anything and everything that might help." He swallowed. One pad softly brushed her paw in his. He dared not encase her paw in both of his.

Another moment passed as his mind reeled while trying to keep her attention. He bit his bottom lip and held in his teeth for a moment, coming to a terrible conclusion.

"What I have either won't help, make things worse, or kill you." But he had an idea, a glimmer of hope "But tell me where he is, in this room. I'll gut him. I'll protect you." He said, totally serious. Wherever she would point he would rake his paws over thin air, practice his best fighting moves on the image of her nightmare. Maybe it might make her laugh.

"Speech!"