He feels it. It's unnerving but also... comforting, in a strange way. Suddenly, he feels less alone.

He takes the package and does actually read the label. No sense in accidentally putting himself in a coma. One swallow of medicine and tea later and he sets it aside again just outside the bars. Taking her at her word, he wraps the blanket around himself and lays down on his side. He doesn't want to go back to the bed because it's further from her. He wants to stay close.

"You know the words to Beautiful Dreamer?"