He chuckled low and resonant, the vibration rumbling pleasantly through his chest into hers. Then he rolled seamlessly toward the nightstand without fully releasing her, his body heat remaining a constant anchor. He retrieved a chilled bottle of electrolyte-infused mineral water, unscrewing it one-handed and pressing the frosted rim tenderly to her lips while cradling the back of her head steady with his other palm.
She gulped greedily at first, then sipped slower as the cool, faintly citrus-tanged liquid soothed her parched mouth and throat, flushing away the cottony film and metallic aftertaste. A stray droplet escaped to trail down her chin, which he intercepted with his thumb and wiped away gently.
"Painkillers and anti-inflammatory next," he said with efficient calm, retrieving gel capsules and ibuprofen from the nightstand drawer. He handed them over with another sip of water. "Swallow slowly, no rush."
