McCoy/Watson
John Watson's good mood was simply irritating. McCoy looked up from his spot on the floor and frowned a bit at the smile on Watson's face. Or, well, maybe not a smile so much as not his usual ... eyebrows raised... expression. Thing.
"Child-proof caps are not my forte. My hands are delicate instruments. Damnit, I'm a surgeon, not.... not a bottle opener." He said, shaking his head. Then stood, all of the tylenol back in the bottle.