From where she's sitting on the couch she can hear the pills rattling in the bottle and she has to lean over and retrieve his coffee from where he's set it down to keep herself from getting up and going to help. Her foot bounces impatiently as she waits for him and she sits up once, only to slouch back again. If he wants to do this on his own, she can let him, even if she thinks it's sort of ridiculous not to let her help when she's right here. Then again, she's always been pretty bad at letting people help her or relying on anyone.

Still, she thinks if she broke her leg, she'd have someone waiting on her twenty-four hours a day.

When he appears in the living room again, she smiles, takes a sip of his coffee and then nods at the place beside her on the couch like it's no big deal. "You're a goddamn rockstar," she teases as she waits for him to join her. "And, dude, just in the interest of honesty, if I ever break my leg, you're gonna have to do everything for me. Like, pillow fluffing, meal preparation, constant companion. Basically I'll be the most annoying person ever."