Pain, Allen could deal with, although he was on the edge of his tolerance. Thankfully, Kinney arrived before his nighttime dose of medicine. He couldn't work through a foggy head like that.
Sitting up in the hospital bed, still in a button-down shirt despite the end of the day, he waved her into the seat that she was already pulling over. He owed her the professional courtesy of not making things difficult for her now that he'd foisted everything onto her plate. The least he could do was try to show her what she was due. "Deputy Kinney, thank you for coming. I'm doing well enough," he lied. "How's your investigation progressing?"