There was an explosion at the door as Roy blew off the handle and doorknob and rushed in, following the sound of running water to the bathroom. Without hesitating, he grabbed the teen by the arm. "I have a tranq arrow if you're going to fight me on this," he told him in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
"Believe me, I've felt about as miserable as you do now before," albeit for entirely different reasons, he thought to himself. "This isn't gonna be pretty, but you'll have a hell of a better chance at surviving this under medical supervision."