Sid Jenkins (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} emo_underdog) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sid tried to think of the answer to her question. "Erm...'s long as I can remember, actually," he replied. "I dunno if I'm squinting a lot, though; it'd be reflexive, though, yeah?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking back at her, raising his eyebrows. "I used to get headaches like this whenever I'd lose my glasses, so...that's my guess, in any case," he added unnecessarily. He was sure that as a doctor, even if she wasn't an optometrist - or maybe she was, for all he knew - she'd know what he meant.
Sid offered Elliot a weak, forced smile that probably looked a bit more like a grimace than he was going for. He appreciated her efforts, but he did not appreciate, nor could he ignore, the pain that came with them. He took the two aspirins and shook his head. "S'alright," he replied, popping the pills and dry swallowing them. If there was one thing he'd learned spending as much time with Chris and Tony as he did it was how to dry swallow a pill or five. "Thanks," he added and nodded just slightly when she said she'd be back with something for the pain.
Relaxing back against the cot as best he could, Sid closed his eyes again. Knocking him out, he thought, would be preferable, but he wasn't going to say as much. Whatever she could give him would be better than he felt at that current moment in time, so he wasn't going to complain or look a gift horse in the mouth. As soon as he took whatever it was, though, he was going to feign sleep until he fell asleep; he wasn't exactly in the mood to chat at the moment. Hopefully, she'd understand and respect his wishes.