"I'll get it." First Aid gently pats Chris on the shoulder in thanks before fetching a glass down from one of their cabinets and filling it with water. "Thank you for letting me take care of you." Doctors make the worst patients; it's a cliche because it's so true. Ratchet would probably have thrown something by now, in Chris's place.

"Do you have any medicine you want to take before you go back to bed?"