Sorry I am so made of faaaaaaaaaaaaail.
Kate couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh at the look he gave her. Somehow, she didn't think he much appreciated the idea of sitting through a lovely lecture with Dr. Evans about his feelings and how it was all neurotransmitters that could be righted by a few happy pills!
"So what you're really saying is you want me to be your drug dealer." She placed her hands on her hips and quirked a brow at him. She eyed him for a moment, before sighing. "Fine. Vicodin. No refills." She reached for a pad of paper and wrote out the prescription. "Take them as prescribed and not how Charles Elwood sees fit. It'll only make things worse if you take too many. Nausea won't help your headaches." She handed him the paper in her hands.