"I've had worse," he said lightly. After all, he'd been able to walk to the clinic and up the stairs, and check himself in. Any scrape you can walk away from must be a good one. Not to mention that silver lining that no one was trying to kill him.

"I don't think there is anyone," he said, once they'd found seats in the waiting room. But he didn't sounds upset about it. "I don't know if I'd wish any of them here."