[I]"I think I might need my pain medication...."[/I]

Aleksandr snapped out of his train of thought, turning his head to face where the bathroom was. He looked around his room feeling satisfied with his clean-up job, as horrible as it was.  He scooted the plastic chair away from his desk and stood up.  He didn't bother to tuck the chair back in as he motioned towards the bathroom.  As Sylvia opened the door, Aleksandr looked at her, "I think I left your medication in the car... I'm sorry," he forced a smile, "I'll go get it." He pulled her wheelchair from the front through the bathroom door so she wouldn't be stuck in the bathroom while she waited.

He turned and headed towards the front door.  His father was eating at the table (and only table) that was stationed between the living room and the kitchen, "Where are you headed, Aleksy?" His father looked up from his soup.

Aleksandr turned to face his father, "Sylv needs her drugs," he said flatly.  Father Seraphim put his spoon down, taking in a deep breath. He glanced behind Aleksandr, noticing Sylvia outside the bathroom.  Father Seraphim shook his head softly.

"You may need the car keys. Hmm?" He stood up and fished the keys from his pocket.  Both men walked towards each other as the keys were handed off. 

"Thank you," Aleksandr said lowly and turned towards the front door.  He took a breath as he unlocked and opened the door, getting ready to face the rain.  The rain was rather cold despite being a September rain.  He looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on his face. He closed his eyes and relaxed in it for a bit.  He smiled and walked towards the car, pushing the key into the Toyota's lock.  He twisted the key and unlocked the car.  He went to the backseat and grabbed the white medicine bag. He paused, staring at the bag for a brief moment.  He shut the door and locked the car quickly, racing to the front door before he got too soaked in the rain.

"It feels really good outside," Aleksandr said aloud. Father Seraphim looked up from his soup.

"It reminds me of [I]Russia[/I]!" He said with excitement in his voice.  Alekasndr stared at his father for a moment.  Both men had a quietness between them--both pondering on the dead lady of the household.  Aleksandr nodded and went towards Sylvia. Father Seraphim went back to minding his soup.

Aleksandr handed Sylvia the white bag, "I'll get you some water," he turned around and made his way across the living room towards the kitchen.  When he reached the kitchen, he opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a glass.  He rinsed it out in the sink before heading to the refrigerator and pulling out the water filter container.  He poured her half a glass.  He placed the glass on the kitchen counter and put the water filter back into the refrigerator. He picked the glass back up and walked across the living room, once more, "Here,"  he held out his hand with the glass of water. [@Arista]