[He has every intention of shoving the drugs down her throat, because he knows perfectly well that she'll need them.]

I'll probably have to spend all my time with you anyway to make sure you're actually staying in bed. I know exactly how you are, thanks.

[He glances up at her then, giving her a tight smile before going back to work. At least he's quick and efficient about it.]

What I know is that you have no idea whether you're alive or dead back home. But all right, you can defy fate all you like, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to be bloody worried about it. I- well, you know. I'm not likely to stop worrying about you anytime soon.