He doesn't even have his goddamn pain meds to help him, doesn't have a cane, doesn't have anything. He cringes and scrunches his face up tightly, rocking just back and forth slightly to try and ease the feeling. Usually it comes on slow, but this, this is hard and fast. "My knee," he spits out. "A goddamn boo-boo, is that what you fucking called it last time?"