"Well it [i]already[/i] hurts like a bitch." I croaked. "You just can't tell because I have a good poker face." I attempted to crack a joke but that was no good. 
"You're literally sweating bullets right now." Joe said in a flat tone, starring at me blankly. "You're not fooling anyone." He raised his brow. 
I had no clue I was sweating. I wiped my forearm across my forehead and thought for a moment. Giving me that medicine could definitely do more damage than good. Sam was right, I might not ever wake back up. But what were the chances of that? Sleeping through an ambush wouldn't be that bad. I'd either get captured or we'd get away. Simple as that. 
"Do it. Drug me up." I finally spoke again. "It'll be better than-" I groaned, feeling my leg twitch about "sitting here in pain. Will I be asleep the whole time?"