When he got up to the front desk, the red spot on his shirt had grown. The nurse there spotted that and immediately got up. She grabbed a clipboard and ushered the pair to an exam room in the back. Stab wound took precedence over some of the minor afflictions in the waiting room. She promised the doctor would be right there.

Marcelo swallowed and eyed the exam bed. "Looks clean enough. I can't turn around and go back out to use a needle and thread, can I?"