If he wasn't in so much pain, Sid might actually have had the wherewithall to feel guilty at the sigh and quickly fading tired smile that Elliot gave in return to his having asked for meds. He had a sudden thought that Chris would be telling him to take the whole thing from her and have a good time while he was at it, that was, if he had the bollocks to do it. The thought brought a sad smile to his face.
Sid winced slightly when she started toward the wrap. It was a reflexive move and she hadn't hurt him, but he was sort of anticipating the shock of the wave of pain he knew he'd get as soon as she touched it. "Yeah...it's fucking...yeah," he replied awkwardly. "It feels like it's sodding four times the actual size and the wrapping is only making it angry or something. Some fucking bollocks, I dunno. It just...bloody hurts," he added, frowning as he craned his neck to look down at it.
The woman hadn't responded to his question about her side, which Sid took to mean was good news. Obviously, she wasn't in the same sort of pain he was, so lucky her, he thought a little bitterly. If she was in better shape, even if it was frustrating to her that it looked as though she was trying to take a break that he was asking for her to get back to work, he thought she ought to. It was the least she could do. If she wasn't hurting; he shouldn't have to, either, he thought. Too right, that was; she needed to get up again off her arse and fetch him some bloody pills was what she needed to do. No more of this looking at it bollocks. But, being Sid, he kept his mouth shut and waited for her to look over his injury. He was pretty certain she'd be satisfied enough with the bad shape of it that she'd bring him something to ease his suffering, so...he waited.