You're pissed like I can control how my goddamn body chooses to be.

[Working on getting up. Slowly. It doesn't feel pleasant. Maybe he'll sit. That could be something to try.]

I can't. You know that, right?

[Grunting, even though he's trying to keep it down.]

What's a doc gonna say? Yep. Don't look good. Take a shower. Relax. Something like that. I don't need to pay big money for that. You---you're the one all-all worked up about it.

[Sitting in his chair. That's it.]

Get over here and talk to me.