Yeah, just hurry up and get me some ice. Blowjob jokes come after I stop feeling like I just went three rounds with a block of cement. [Sam lets out a slow, shallow breath, waving him away. He can't really picture himself getting up to shower later, but he'll deal with that when it comes. He finds the wet towel Puck had brought and presses it gently to his lip again, wincing.] Painkillers, too. And water.