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The front door slams open and John stumbles through, clutching his ribs. He looks like he's been kicked up and down the high street -- possibly because that is exactly what has happened. His clothes are trashed and he smells like piss, and there's blood everywhere

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[qsilver_md]

There is indeed, and he hurries over and tries carefully to help John up.

"Can you stand? I'm a doctor..."

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John waves him away vaguely. "Dn'touch," he mumbles. Then looks up at him and says, "Yr a doctor?"

Then he spits a tooth into his hand.

[qsilver_md]

"I am. Name's Kevin. What hurts worst?"

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John mumbles "Get gloves. Sterile protocol. Don't touch m'blood." He winces and adds, "The ribs I think."

[qsilver_md]

"Noted." Not bothering to ask why he shouldn't touch John's blood - there could be any number of reasons - he gets up and disappears into the infirmary, coming back gloved-up and carrying as much of what he thinks will be necessary as he can.

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John nods his thanks again, and strips off his suit jacket, shirt and tie and puts them in a plastic bag and knots the top. He sits up straight, breathing hard. His midsection is black and blue. "If y'cn help strap me ribs up, doc, just so I can get upstairs..." he slumps a bit and groans and curses under his breath.

[qsilver_md]

Kevin hisses at the sight, then nods.

"Of course. Is there anything that needs attention other than the ribs?"

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John feels the back of his head and winces. "I got coshed. I think it's okay but there'll be a duck's egg back there by morning. And the nose is broke, but that's happened before."

[qsilver_md]

"I can make you up an ice pack or two, if you like. And reset your nose unless you'd rather do it yourself."

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John takes a swig of the glass of whiskey sitting next to him (thanks to Mike), winces, takes a deep breath, grabs his nose with both hands and wrenches it into place with a sickening crack. "Jeezus!" he cries and leans back on the wall, panting. "Bloody hell. I hate that."

He looks woozily up at Kevin and hands him the empty glass. "Ice is good. Put some Bushmill's in while you're at it, ta much."

[qsilver_md]

Kevin is not entirely sure alcohol is a good thing right now, but John didn't seem concussed, and he's already had one. Also, it's pretty clear he'll go and get his own if Kevin doesn't.

So, to the Bar it is for another glass of whiskey and ice.