"Is Trey with you?"
"Yeah, I've got him. We're weaning him off his pain meds. If it works, you might actually recognize him the next time you see him."
"What do you think you're doing? You can't just take someone off narcotic painkillers without medical consultation. Myrna said he'll go through all sorts of horrible withdrawal symptoms."
"I consulted his father. Dr. Mills entrusted his son to me and told me how to do this properly. Trey doesn't want the media to find out about his little addiction, so we're discreetly taking care of it on our own. If anything goes wrong, I'll say to hell with what he wants and check him into a hospital, but for now, we're trying this."
"Let me talk to him."
"No. He'll have you over here doling out Percocet like its jellybeans in ten minutes flat. I just called to let you know he's safe with me and Jessica. I'll call you in a couple of days with an update."
"Don't turn off your f**kin' phone again, Sed."
"Have a nice day."
"Sed!"
