Avery's eyes brim with tears, and she looks away, trying to hide them from Evan. She doesn't want to refuse him a third time, but she can't accept either. She presses her lips together and watches as Robert passes Evan another glass of water. Her ear is pressed to his chest, so she can hear him swallow it down.
Within a few minutes, Evan clears his throat and says he needs to use the toilet. Avery isn't surprised—in just fifteen minutes, he's had almost two liters of water. Robert walks to the bedside and tries to help Evan up, but Avery waves him away.
"Let me help him," she says, surprising herself.
Evan raises his eyebrows at her, and Robert clears his throat nervously, but Avery gets up. Carefully, she takes Evan's arm and puts it around her shoulders to help support him. Evan pauses, and Avery looks back at him.
"What's wrong?" Avery asks. "Can't I help you?"
"I'd prefer for you to wait here," Evan says embarrassed.
