Good. Because you won't get any sympathy from me if they pump you full of the stuff because you went out of your way to fuck with 'em.

[That's a lie...he'd care. At least a little bit.]

There, I think that about does it... [He screws the cap back on the small jar. There's a little bit left still. Maybe enough for a small burn or two.] Hopefully we won't need what's left, but I'll put it in the bathroom with the rest of the medical shit.

[After he finishes wrapping up your arm, that is. Much more loosely than he did the night before. Naomi said it had to be able to breathe, after all!]