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In shock, Isaac just stares at the vile for a moment, so many thoughts running through his head. Did he deserve to have Faye back? But even if he didn't she deserved to remember who she was. He takes the vial from Alice and stares at it for a moment, then gets up and grabs a small bowl.

"Make sure the children don't see this, I don't want them to become scared." He grabs a knife as well, then sits back down at the table, pausing in hesitation before using the knife to cut his hand open. The blood drips into the bowl, creating a pool big enough to get a couple mouthfuls. Pulling the cork out with his teeth he pours the mixture into the bowl, stirring it with his bleeding hand. Worn out he places the bowl on the ground for Faye to drink from.

Once he sees that Faye is drinking the mixture he leans back in the chair, his eyes close shut and his breathing becomes a bit labored. He used up most of his blood that he has left in order to mix the medicine with it so Faye would drink it. Blood continues to drip from his hand, being too tired to lick the wound to heal it, hoping that this would help Faye.