[He's starving to the point that his body has been breaking down whatever nutrients is still inside him. Even with the potion's help, he couldn't really go back to sleep with the nausea he was feeling. After spending several minutes staring at nothing, tossing and turning, he gives up, pushing himself to sit back up in the bed.
That's all he can do for now. At least he'll be ready to eat, whatever it is that Holmes brings. He stares at his own frail hands, frowning. He's so hungry, he was starting to get some terrible ideas. He shakes his head, pushing back the very thought. The detective will come back at any moment.]
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That's all he can do for now. At least he'll be ready to eat, whatever it is that Holmes brings. He stares at his own frail hands, frowning. He's so hungry, he was starting to get some terrible ideas. He shakes his head, pushing back the very thought. The detective will come back at any moment.]