"I don't need the fuckin' hospital," Fletcher croaks in response, lifting a hand to wave dismissively at Richard and instead weakly smacks him in the face.

Oops.

"I'll be fine, just don't touch me. And maybe not be so close t'my face because I think I might throw up and that would be unpleasant for—ow—both of us."

He might've almost died, but he's definitely okay.