"Not allowed? That's..." That's super weird, he wants to say, but the guy says he'll explain later, so maybe Rich should wait on the protests until he's able to get his pain back down to a manageable level.

"Galo, Eight... uh, I'm Rich. Rich Goranski." He carefully gets back on his feet, only wincing slightly, but as much as he'd like to pretend he can handle this much on his own, he's not that stupid. He leans just slightly on Eight, but tries to keep his burns tilted away from her, just so he doesn't agitate them further.

"I just need a change of bandages, really... maybe some aspirin." That'll definitely replace morphine. For sure.