Just gave Max his medicine, with Elayna's help. As we set Max down, Elayna caught a whiff of the syringe and recoiled - understandably so, as this is some nasty-smelling stuff. "Omigawd, that's horrible!" she said, staggering away.
And she ran to her room, nose offended, crying out "BPAL emergency!"
So Max is under my bed. Elayna is taking hits off her bottle of Miskatonic University. And I am amused, slightly less tense, and about to nap.