A need for painkillers

The dull ache in her chest brought Samantha out of a groggy sleep, the sunlight that filtered in through the cave entrance seeming entirely too bright to be natural. Moving slowly, she groaned as her head began to pound, the hung-over girl gasping at the sharp pain in her chest as she tried to sit up. Confused, she looked down at the bandages wrapped tightly around her chest, red splotches already forming on the white fabric. The memories of the previous night suddenly flooded back to her, the female feeling her cheeks flush as she remembered the feeling of Chris's hands on her skin.

I must still be drunk, Samantha thought, shaking her head, immediately regretting the action as the world around her swam, her headache pounding even more violently, I mean, why else would that be the thing I remember first!

Taking a deep breath, the young woman slowly lifted herself upright on the small cot, keeping her eyes tightly closed until the world stopped spinning around her. Tentatively, she peeked out, her gaze falling on the two bottles of water just beside the cot almost immediately. She snatched one up and drained it in moments, gagging slightly as she felt another wave of nausea wash over her, fighting to keep the precious liquid down. After a few moments she picked up the other bottle, and noticed the smaller white container beside it. Hesitantly, she picked up the bottle of painkillers, looking at the note taped to the front.

"Take two now, and one every three to four hours," she read, giving a pained sigh as she twisted the cap off, emptying almost half the bottle into her palm. She swore at her clumsiness, before staring at the handful of pills, her thoughts going dark for a moment, before a noise made her jump, the female hurriedly pouring all but two of the pills back into the bottle, gulping the medication down before continuing to sip on the rest of the water.

"You awake?" the familiar voice asked from behind a makeshift curtain, another of the number of sheets Chris seemed to have pilfered from the poachers.

"Yeah," Samantha croaked back, her throat still sore from the previous night.

"I'm sorry."

The words hung in the air for a moment, Samantha staring blankly at the curtain, able to make out a faint shadow against the glare of the sun.

"For what?"

"For wha...For this!" Chris swept the curtain aside, surprising Samantha as he pointed at her chest, the woman blushing slightly as he glared at her, though his eyes were filled more with confusion than anger, "I let this happen! You're the first human I've had contact with in weeks and in less than a day I've almost gotten you killed! Aren't you angry? Or scared? Or anything?"