"Can you find some chill, please?" Tony asked. "God damn. I'll get it out, I just can't get it out yet," he said. "Shut the fuck up and let me do my job."

Obviously he wouldn't talk this way to anyone else, but Raylan would probably do better with this than with Tony babying him or trying to talk down to him. He taped down the IV line he'd just gotten into Raylan's elbow and hung a bag from the stand with his other hand. He attached them, then picked up a cold pack from a drawer, crushing it between his hands to activate it.

"I'll be back," he said, setting the pack gently on Raylan's wound. "I'm gonna go get you the good painkillers so you don't feel it when I get the bullet out. Are you allergic to anything?" he asked.