"Stop fretting," Barclay said, enjoying the force of his handpalms on his eyeballs. It made him see all kinds of interesting spots in the self-induced darkness, but it also helped him ignore the dull pain that started to throb in his eyesockets. Fuck, second wind.
"You're fine," Barclay said, sighing deeply. "Seriously, don't worry. You can't -- ahhh -- you can't ruin the potion. If you did what I said, you're good." Barclay groaned. "C'mon... Just, put it in a cup and... I'll drink it."
Barclay tried to sit up, realized it was a bad idea because it made the hurt surge forward, and he laid back down again. "Or maybe you can help me drink it."