He didn't protest it. He didn't have the strength to, even if he wanted to. But the bed looked better than it ever had,, and he could have slept for days and only felt better for it. Everything ached. His whole body felt as though he'd been thrown against the rocks outside and left to die.

The only answer he gave was a tired noise as he went for the pills, swallowing them down quickly. He fell over on his side then, curling up with a groan. He couldn't fall asleep fast enough.