"Fucking lot of good it does me now," Gatlin said in response to having pills at home. He took the offered cup with a sigh. Alcohol would help, a little. He supposed it was better than nothing and he just needed enough to get him through until he got home. He drank the liquid straight down, pulling off the cup with a pop. He didn't know there was blood it in, or that the blood was the reason his hand instantly stopped aching.