"Darling..."

Ashton sat beside the bed where Hannah lay with her back to him. Gently, he reached for her shoulder, but she didn't move.

"Sweetheart, you need to take your medicine," Ashton urged.

"Go away," Hannah rasped.

"I'll go, but you must take your medicine first."

Hannah moaned softly, then slowly sat up and turned to face him. They faced each other, and Ashton held a pill to her lips while his other hand had a glass of water.

Hannah's hands shook as she took the glass from Ashton. After swallowing the pill, she lay back down.

"Get out," she ordered.

"But, Hannah..."

Hannah's eyes filled with tears. "I don't...