Porthos shifts to lie down on the chaise, turning his head to the side so he can still speak to Aramis even though his face is buried in the comfortable fabric that's beneath him. "You're the only nurse I want," he says with a cheerful voice, trying to flirt as best as he can while in immense pain.

Sighing, he exhales, waiting for relief. "You could always come to the gym and spot me," he offers.