Following behind Michael, he would see the blood on his hands, but ignore it. Seeing Michael bang on the doors to get attention, he would then lead him to a man he assumed hopefully was the doctor. His heart was in knots and he was appeared dead almost, due to the utter anguish in his eyes, having placed on the spare shirt, but still shivering strangely, almost like it wasn't cold that bothered him, but something more.<br/><br/>Finally the doctor approached appearing to be more awake and put her on the couch tsking, before asking, "Who did these stitches?" Paul would raise his hand, but the doctor continued, "They are good, but hardly meant to be used on wounds this size... Young man, you should have taken her to me, as soon as you returned, I have to remove the bullets from her."<br/><br/>Blinking he stared, the doctor continued, "Yes bullets." turning to Michael, "Why did you let her go off on her own, she's your sister man, don't you care about her?" with that Michael would scowl at Paul clearly annoyed.<br/><br/>"Whatever the case, get me a cup of coffee Michael and be glad I was once one of the best Doctors in Washington DC, otherwise she would be in trouble."<br/><br/>Nodding regrettably Paul just was relieved but also ashamed.