[Hate-pretending to hate. That makes him laugh faintly. Not really for any good reason—reminds him of some fucked up plot twists back home he some days wishes he could forget. But he's at least kept away from that line of thought by the mention of the medical staff. He considers it.]

... Guess if you say so. Don't think I'll need any pain pills for a while, anyway; I don't use 'em unless I really need to, so I've got plenty to last me.

But I'll drop one of them a line, if they can help out with... hospitalphobia. Whatever the hell it's called.