When she can grab the water, she angles herself to drink as much as she can, almost desperately, and in her numb state, she doesn't notice some of it runs down her chin to the pillow. She can only barely feel it anyway.

She lets the empty glass fall harmlessly to the carpet, just drops it, and her body seems to give out under her, the small bit that was lifted up to drink, anyway.

"Stay with me," she mutters, and she feels too heavy to roll over and nestle against him, even though she wants to.