<strong>"It's not hard.  A few 'secretly recorded' arguments here, a 'scandal' where we're both sleeping with the same ringgirl and have to fight about it there...it's just remembering to not overdo it."</strong>Joe was either deliberately ignoring what was going on next to him or just not noticing it.  He thanked his lucky stars that his wound wasn't bleeding as much as it could be.  If pressure was doing some of the job, maybe there'd be more pain from the Doc's yelling than anything else.<br/><br/>His rough, long sleeved shirt would already need a good bit of cleaning; more than a bit of blood had ended up on the chest and sleeves from when he had been putting pressure on the wound without something to properly cover it, and he was lucky that his trousers were only stained near the knees in some sort of grease, rather than more blood.<br/><br/>Looking about a moment, he stood up.<strong>"Hey, Doc, I didn't see how many names were ahead of mine.  Is it me who is next?  Or...did I see that other person who didn't get served in here before me?"</strong><br/><br/>He glanced back at Alissa and shrugged.  His wound wasn't bad, but he knew the festering kicked in later if you didn't get things seen to.  Either way, he could wait.  He'd get the straight truth (and a tongue lashing if it was something he could have taken care of on his own) from this place.  It was worth the wait...and the sometimes overly stressed medical staff.