A small groan of complaint left Alana's lips as she lifted her eyes to watch Scott head into the kitchen. When he returned, she eyed the materials with a soft sigh. She seemed relunctant to take any of the pills, looking at them with a raised eyebrow. "You know, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty giving pain meds to a junkie usually leads to the opposite of a solution." Picking up the ice from the couch, she placed it on her cheek, finding relief in the cold substance against her bruised skin.
Leaning back against the couch, Lala furrowed her eyebrows at Scott's questioning. "Ugh, I don't have a fever, Scott, I'm fine." She tried to softly insist again. "Don't you think I know enough about my own body?" Setting the ice down on the table, Alana leaned forward again to look Scott in the eyes. "Listen, I...I just really want to go to class today. I need to. I haven't been back in weeks, and I'm pretty sure that the last time I went, I was high or..more drunk, or something." Her tone was solemn and sincere. "I mean, I know I'm not exactly in the best shape now but, at least I'm sober...I think?" She stood up again, more carefully this time so that she didn't lose balance. "How about this; I go to class, and if I don't feel any better halfway through, I'll come straight home. And I'll text you to let you know, alright? I promise. I just-I need to get back into the swing of things. Besides, I think I'm starting to feel a little better already." Truthfully, she added the last part just in hopes of making her proposal seem even more convincing. She didn't look any better than how she did when Scott first saw her, and usually she would never pass up the opportunity to stay home. Either she was serious about wanting to change her ways and better herself, or she knew the underlying cause of her symptons and was trying to hide it from Scott. Maybe both. Maybe neither.