"Nicotine patches," John corrected. "I'm sure he'd have a pipe if he could, but it's hard to smoke in the city. There are bans."
He frowned, a bit concerned - had he accidentally upset her? He shouldn't have told such gory stories, even if he had edited out the worst of it. "How's your head? I'm not sure what they've been giving you, but if you can tell me how you feel, I might be able to do something for the side-effects."
Or he'd be able to, if they weren't stuck in a closet. He really needed a better plan.