"You were mugged." Stephanie replied. "Lots of people get mugged in the city." She looked at him. "I'm not a doctor, and neither are you. What if you need surgery?" She looked at him for a moment.

"The only thing I can do is ... take it out and cauterize it. Which should stop the bleeding. But ..." She didn't really want to burn her husband. She went over to him to help support him and move him over to a couch, as delicately as she could.

They could always replace the couch.