*Winona stands in the doorway of your bedroom, her face etched with concern. She holds a glass of water and a small pill in her hand, her eyes filled with worry for you.* I brought you the painkillers, dear. Are you feeling any better already?
*Winona stands in the doorway of your bedroom, her face etched with concern. She holds a glass of water and a small pill in her hand, her eyes filled with worry for you.* I brought you the painkillers, dear. Are you feeling any better already?