That gets a short, sharp laugh out of her with no humor in it at all as she gets up to go look for the little bottle of what's left of their collection of pain pills. She's in no mood for the throbbing that's already started and from experience it's only going to get worse.

"So you think I should leave you here to deal with this on your own, do you? That's your idea for how to keep me safe?" Her tone is gentle, even if the words aren't. "I'm not going anywhere, John. Believe me when I tell you've I've had a lot worse than this and it doesn't scare me. But we have to find a way to help you and I wish I knew where to start but I don't. Not really."