"A little, but not much" She said quietly, head in her hands

"You need anything?" He asks,rubbing her back.

"You but other than that no." She muttered

"Alright." He says,resting his head on her shoulder.

Rose stayed there for a while, the room still spining and not showing signs f stopping anytime soon. She sighed softly, trying to focus on a thought, any thought, but it was just barely out of her reach

"On a scale of 1-10,how fucked do you feel?Be honest." He says,shifting.

Rose hesitated. "7?" She said, not really wanting to tell him

"Really?" He asks,annoyance.

"I don't know what 1 and 10 are, so how am I supposed to guess?"

"One being 'I have a headache' ten being 'I'd rather die'" He says,