It was nearly two hours until Sefton returned, one arm cradling a large paper bag while the other worked the key in the knob. He wasn't especially loud, thankfully, until he got to dumping the bag on the bed and began rooting through it. He eventually started pulling out the larger things (something oblong wrapped in brown paper, followed by another, then a white plastic cup with a lid and a bundle of napkins and plastic utensils) until he found what he was looking for: a small box.

He ripped it open carefully, shaking one of the blister packs out. He almost began to pop the medicine out of its container before he thought better of it and flipped the box around to begin reading the instructions.