She popped open a cooler she'd left next to the wall and handed him a mostly cold bottle of water from it, knowing he'd need it.
Analyzing the pain on his face, her good mood broke. So there was the evidence of how bad it had gotten. She nodded. "Once. You went to the doctor. He told you to stop smoking and drinking and doing drugs. You told him he was a dildo. He said, 'Whatever, you guys never listen anyways, fuck it we'll just replace your heart when it becomes a problem.'" She wasn't surprised he didn't remember. They'd all been to the doctor a lot. She really disliked the doctor's attitude but he was always right, and they did never listen to him. She shrugged. "I think they medical staff were more worried about the ODing than the heart condition at the time."
Shit, she'd pushed him too hard on his first day. Her hand went to the cell phone in her jeans pocket, ready to summon every ambulance in London if needed. "Are you okay?"