[Accidental audio]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[there's some rustling, the sound of the comm being dropped, and something else hitting the wall, followed by the sound of two small items skittering across the floor.]

No more goddamned pills. Just Get. Me. A drink.

Mr. Winchester, we are going to have to ask that you calm your-

Screw you.

[There's a tutting from his nurse, and then she moves over to near the comm. She can clearly heard muttering to herself something about Barbiturates. Then there's rustling again as she picks up his comm.]

You knocked this off of the stand in your temper there.

Like I give a damn. [Is the short response. So she flicks off the audio feed before putting it back on the bedside table.]