Mnh ... [He curls up, his face half-buried in his pillow, wrapping his arms around himself, his brow drawing together half at the headache and half in genuine distress.]

It's not fair. [He barely realised he'd said it, barely registering the lump in his throat. Right then, he looked like a vulnerable little boy.]

Should be able to help. S'not fair that should happen to them. [Even though he knew that life wasn't fair, right then he still couldn't shake the sensation that it shouldn't be.]