Its an oddly difficult thing to resist; reaching over and just giving him the medicine.

But it was too late, and Tony knew it. It hadn't seemed so at first, but Tony's earlier estimation of a few days for the kid turned out to be vastly overestimated. To give this kid medicine would be just as equal to throwing it out altogether. It wouldn't save him. Wouldn't even help him. He was too far gone and the only things Tony could do for him now were either to sit here and not let this scared kid die completely alone, or just put him out of his misery.

And his folding knife was so close...

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Hey..." he moves as if to grab something. "Its gonna be ok, you know. It doesn't seem like it now. But it is."