"Please stop being ridiculous. You've already had all the pain meds Clay can give you plus whatever you convinced Aunt Nimue to slip you." Mint grumbled as she snatched the IV line out of his hands. His mother had warned her that the man made for a terrible patient but she'd never thought it would be this bad. "Now lay down and rest before I make you. And by making you I mean gently put you to sleep in a headlock."