"I don't have the bottle and I can't have you talk to them." he gave the guy what he hoped was a sympathetic expression because of course he didn't want to make the guys life harder but saying he couldn't just hand them over pulled at a very tightly wound cord connected to the stress induced desperation centre nestled inside him. "I'm not asking you to do this for me okay? In all honesty I'm getting sort of desperate here, either I find the right medication for bi-polar disorder or I've got to kick them out and their family along with it. And I'm not asking you to do this for nothing okay? I have a line on some morphine I can cut you a generous piece of."