Raylan's long legs went back to work, his purposeful stride getting him up the stairs quickly. The bottle were hastily gone through, each one that didn't say Diazepam tossed onto the bed until he found his prize.

"Alright," he breathed to himself before turning back around and half jogging down the stairs and coming around the counter, eyeing Malcolm and Doc with a passing worry as they moved aside, giving him access to the sink and a glass of water. Two glasses of water, one of which was set on the separation between the living room and the kitchen for the Men's convienve as he knelt down next to Neal.

"We're gonna start with two and we can talk about another in six hours, okay?" The bottle was popped open, two pills shaken out. "Open?" If Neal did, he'd drop the pills in, slip a hand back under his neck and help lift his head so that Raylan could help him get a drink of water.

"Once Doc clears you, we'll get you moved someplace more comfortable. I'm votin' for the couch, I can't imagine there's an easy way to get your ass up the stairs, but he might have an idea." Worried eyes darted over Neal's face. You gotta be okay. He wasn't ready to let go what they'd just repaired.