"Hah...ow, shit, stop making me laugh. I'm hardly that git in the tights and pants on the outside...can't fly, not that strong, DEFINITELY don't have impenetrable skin, or any of the other stupid abilities that he has.."
The offer of painkillers was generous. Illegal, but generous. Matt considered the options. He could be in pain, and heal in two days, or he could not be in pain, and heal in two days. Not being in pain meant that he could go out on patrol again, so...
"Let's get a binding and then I'll take Tylenol with codeine...if it gets worse later, I'll bump it to some Vicodin, but it's not the worst pain I've felt."
That award was probably to the gun shot on his last deployment. That bastard had been hell on wheels...took for damn ever to heal as well since it had slammed into his ribs and shattered under the skin. the surgery to remove all the pieces had to be delayed until he was back in England...thank God it had been done though. There were too many complications he'd heard about with having bits of bullets in you. Matt stayed down for the time being until they could get the break bound up.