Thomas poured the coffee into two mugs and handed one to Vicodin. "I know. And I'll deal with that when the time comes. I can probably nap at the hospital." He was still recovering from brain surgery and he shouldn't have been doing any of this, but here he was anyway. "I'll be careful, thank you. I don't want to be taking the uppers at all, but I- I keep thinking that if I fall asleep, I'll wake up and he'll be gone again."