"I am greatly questioning your intellect right now, I will have you know." I practically hiss at him, just barely not snarling out my words.

I grip at him, firmly, then wrap my arm around his waist, and force him to lean against me. I will not have him forcing himself to be strong and further injuring himself, or aggravating his current injuries, by acting a fool.

"You are not going back to your lab tonight." I tell him plainly, as I guide him, slowly, toward the Crack.

I'm taking him to my office.