"Don't mock me, Allison. You have no idea what this is like." He gestured almost violently at his leg. Of course she knew more than most how it affected him because she worked closely with him. She'd seen the shadow of pain cross his face more times than he could count. She'd seen how difficult getting up and down was at the end of the day, no matter how much Vicodin he swallowed.

"And we both know you'd be on the floor if you swallowed both those pills. And I'm not mobile enough to get doen on my knees to help you."