Raylan pressed his head back against against the bed, grinding his teeth together in irritation. He was furious at the whole situation, but mostly with himself. The job wasn't done. There was still the asshole's partner to run down. But instead he was here because he shot the guy in the chest instead of the head. If he'd gone for the head, the guy would have dropped the gun instead of squeezing the damn trigger.

"They already gave me damn meds in the ambulance," he snapped. Though he didn't know what it was. He just knew he'd been stuck with at least one needle.