Raylan was nodding. "Okay. If you're sure, but that doesn't mean nothing about now." If that's what Neal was focusing on. There was a lot to unpack there and Raylan wanted to but. Maybe not when they were in the middle of the shit.

"Sedatives," he confirmed, standing and pointing a finger at Malcolm. "Does it matter which ones I grab or will any bottle do?"

Might as well ask the expert. He trusted that Doc could handle the manic and the downed man for half a minute while he sprinted up the stairs, but he wasn't going to risk incorrectly medicating Neal. Malcolm's knowledge and Doc's know-how, they could manage just about anything, right?