Her

Her eyes flash more panic as her arm, seemingly acting on its own, picks up the cup and draws it slowly up to her mouth. But every inch takes more out of you than the last.

She raises the cup to her lips and starts to tip it...

then she stops. You have lost control, and as much as you would like to regain it the pain has grown too great. She sets the cup down and sighs with relief as she is once again in control of herself. Then her expression changes to anger and she confronts you about what just happened.

"You were doing that weren't you? You knew what you were doing, and you almost made me..." Then her expression changed again as she looked back down at the cup. You try to muster enough strength to just get her to leave and forget but even before you say anything the pain in your head says you're not doing anything of the sort.

"Awe.." Cyndi says in mock pity " it looks like the patient is in pain". Reaching down and picking up the cup she then goes on to say " It looks like it is time for him to take his medicine."