“Hey, you. What's the use of taking meds if you're just going to keep bothering it?” Dave slapped her hand away. She scowled up at him, but he was resolute, pushing her back down. “Stay still. If your ribs heal all fucked up, don't blame me, alright?”
At that moment, a timid voice spoke up. “Charlie?” Elliot peeked out from behind Dave, eyes wide. His brows were furrowed with worry, and fear made him look even smaller than usual.