Mac lifted her arms so Topher could wrap her easier. She hated this whole scenario, she felt like a child, weak and helpless. She watched as Topher walked over to the cabinet to get some pills of some kind. 8 weeks? 8 weeks?! She was supposed to be down for 8 weeks? Fuck! She'd have to find an enforcer of some kind, preferably not Savage. Lawliss maybe? Yeah, Lawliss could work. No, maybe it should be a woman, so people don't think a man has to fight for her.
Mac looked questioningly at Topher as he explained how many pills a day and for how long. She rolled her eyes at the no alcohol part. Great, now she couldn't drink the pain away either. She put her shirt back on, gently, lightly, and very carefully even though stretching to put the shirt on hurt.
Mac tried to listen to him as best she could, but there was a lot of things he was telling her, and she was in pain. Rubbing her jaw to stop the aching, she commented, "Do you think you could write all that down? Cuz I am not going to remember that. And really, no alcohol?" She gave him a 'what the fuck' face as she asked about the alcohol. All of this was just becoming such a bother to her.