Oh, thank whatever god gives a crap. The amount of relief washing over him is palpable. Mike will do a decent job, he's sure of it. He can just tell in that eerily Don way he's handling things. And if it isn't better after a couple days, maybe then he'll consider a healer. But not now.

Now he's just hoping they can patch him up and he can go crash before Leo comes back.

"It's fine," he insists. He hates taking meds for any reason. He'd have to be practically dying to agree.