He wet his lips. He'd had a bunch of painkillers earlier, but with both Joan and Sherlock injured, they'd disappeared in record time. He shook his head.
"Sorry. I don't have any medication left- I had to treat two of my friends, and I didn't have much to begin with. I do- listen, if I get hold of some more, I will come find you, alright? I will. I'll- hang on, I'll give you a list of kinds of medicine that will help if you can find them and I'm already... gone."