Starvation
He watched through the window as the feasted. He longed to be one of them, sinking their teeth in to soft flesh. Something so visceral and sustaining. But no, he couldn't even have a meager meal. He couldn't stand the pain in his head if he tried.
Seeking her help was no better. He watched with envy as they ate, enjoying their meal. They couldn't even spare a little something for him. Maybe that's what they wanted; him to wither away to nothing. It would probably make it easier for them to kill him. He'd be practically dead already.