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[bloody_awful]

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..."

[bloody_awful]

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?"

[bloody_awful]

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

[thedoctorwho]

Well, maybe not a doctor, but the Doctor is in the bar.

He sees the poor guy stagger through, and can't help rushing over to assist.

"You all right there?" he asks needlessly, only because humans tend to like that sort of obvious conversation.

[bloody_awful]

"Do I look fukin awright?" He wipes his bloody nose on his sleeve.

[thedoctorwho]

"No, you look like you've been severely beaten. I was just making conversation. Let me put it this way, are you going to be all right, or should I get someone for you?"

[bloody_awful]

John holds his broken nose in both hands and with a sickening crunch snaps it back into position. He reels with the pain, but his voice is clearer when he says, "Fukkin hell that'll wake you up. Do me a favor and get some kind of tablecloth or towel to cover the blood all over me until I can get the hell up and get cleaned up."

[bloody_awful]

Still sitting on the floor, John searches his pockets and comes up with a crushed packet of Silk Cut. "Fukkinell" he mumbles. Pulls out one broken cigarette, breaks off the crushed part and lights it, hands shaking.

[bloody_awful]

John spits a tooth out into his hand and says "Fanks. Put'em down on th'floor, 'n' don'touch me." He'd be able to speak better if his face weren't swollen, but he's also almost smiling.

[hands_unclean]

Not a doctor, perhaps, but certainly a woman accustomed to blood.

She nearly walks in to him, as a matter of fact, and wrinkles her nose -- is that disdain? "God's thumbs, sir, what business do you have, bringing your battle in here?"