Other people might get angry, Beth has seen what fear can do to people, but she's never been that way. After her suicide attempt, she'd changed, she'd gotten better at being in stressful situations, she'd gotten better at taking charge or accepting her assignment, whatever was called for, and she snaps into that mode easily now. Sometimes she worries she's going soft. Too long away from danger might make it so she struggles when her strength is finally called on again, but then something like this happens and she knows it isn't the truth.

She can still do whatever is necessary.

Running the water, she fills a glass for Nate, then rummages around until she finds the painkillers and when she returns to the living room, she sets the water down on the table and then takes the whiskey bottle from Nate's hand and gently uncurls his fingers so she can place two of the pills in his palm.

"Take those," she says as she caps the whiskey, although she doesn't put it away. She isn't going to fight with him over whether or not he should be drinking, even though she thinks he shouldn't be. What she's going to do is make sure he takes the painkillers, make sure he drinks plenty of water and eats the sandwich she brought for him, even if it hurts a little bit to do so.