Judging by the way everyone was talking or looking at him. It was as if he weren't sitting right there, perfectly capable of managing his own affairs.
He was not a child. He had survived Earth just getting by from job to job whenever he felt like it. Now, he even managed to climb the corporate ladder and dealt with countless challenges, generally keeping himself alive in this unknown world.
Wasn't that amazing enough?
"I'll be fine," he said in a firm tone, trying not to sound like a petulant kid or show his annoyance. "I can do it myself."
"Yes, you will," Dr. Zhao replied dryly. "Because you're going to take the anti-inflammatory I'm giving you right now, and you'll feel drowsy soon."
She was already pulling out a small container of pills, shaking two into her palm. Neville eyed them warily, but accepted the water bottle Sarah thrust at him and dutifully swallowed the medication. They went down with some difficulty, his throat protesting the movement.
