week 3; saturday post-trial; clinic

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[Well, at least they've managed to stop the bleeding. That's something, right? Healy is sitting on the edge of one of the clinic beds, being a moderately good patient. He's cooperative, at least. It hurts like a son of a bitch, but he's still hanging on to those last dregs of adrenaline to power through. He may also consume an irresponsible amount of alcohol once he's all patched up.]

Probably... shouldn'ta done that.

[Does he only regret it because it came at the cost of his fingers? Maybe so!]