I have never wanted to take away someone's physical pain as much as I do right now. Witnessing someone you care deeply about in so much pain that they want to die is horrible. Not as horrible as he feels right now, but awful nonetheless.
He can't speak. He can't drink. He can't eat. He can't breathe. He can't swallow. He can't escape, and it's been going on for weeks now. And there is not a thing in all the world I can do about it, but wish him sweet dreams for relief.