As Itachi doubtless expected, Sasuke's expression shifted out of awkward uncertainty into skepticism in the span of a second. Setting his mug down with a firm clink, Sasuke pushed to standing in order to peer critically at as much of his brother as he could see from this angle and without putting him in a hospital gown, mouth set in a stern medic-nin's line of disapproval.

"What exactly does enough mean, nii-san?" He fixed a demanding stare on Itachi's face, satisfied that he still hadn't seen any visible signs of injury. "And when was the last time you filled your prescriptions?"