You might not want it, but you are not fine. You're exhausted. And you're starving yourself.

[it was the start of a train of thought that should have grown in volume, but she keeps it carefully controlled, as if the frustrated words might disturb Archie's sleep even through the drugs]

You're not fine. I'm not fine. None of us are fine.

You don't have to accept my help, or anyone else's, but at least don't lie about it.