"I've never known anyone so whimpery around medicine," McCoy says, shaking his head as if continuously stunned that Jim can be such a wuss when it comes to getting patched up. He hauls himself up, making sure they're all good and settled, and that Jim doesn't start a fight on their way out.

He feels worn, but he's glad they're heading home. "Next year, I'm applying for off residence apartments," he threatens. "Right next to a bar so I never have to walk more than a few steps."