Laughing at the sight of it, he sat up and pushed the first aid kit back at her. He'd seen worse than falling off the couch. Nothing a little alcohol wouldn't fix, right?
He pointed at the television in response to her question. "Val Kilmer. The production quality's terrible, but that never stopped him. That, and um...I have trouble staying focused."
And with that, he shot a glare to the pile sitting next to the couch. Damned books were going to bury him alive.