"Up to three days, according to what I've heard. A week until the worst of the craving passes." Because that craving was obvious. He could see it on Sam's face even now. "In another life, my love, you'd have been an addict."

Made perfect sense, really. How had he never seen it before? He sipped his coffee and then shook his head. "I wish I could force you to take two more days off. You're not going to be doing anyone any good like this, Sam. I have those pills for you, but they are sedatives. Probably shouldn't take them at work."