"I think I can keep the tears in," he said with a wink.
Charlotte danced over to the living room and she plopped Thomas' huge bag of medication on the coffee table. "Did they give you vicodin?" she asked before throwing herself into a chair.
"I think so. They gave me anti-nausea tablets and some...no-havey-seizure-pills."
"Is that the scientific name?" Lena chuckled as she carried Thomas a cup of tea. "Here you go. Drink up. You could probably get a prescription for medical marijuana for the nausea you know."
Thomas laughed and he leaned forward to grab the tea. He was a little uneven, but he managed. "Yeah, that's all I need."