[Hunched over, braced against a wall as he attempts to stagger… somewhere— his office or the clinic, wherever he gets closer to— he’s surprised to hear a familiar voice.]
[He grins with a bloodied mouth, teeth stained and lips split. One arm is wrapped loosely around his bruised chest, jacket absent, iron bands of pain encasing broken ribs.]
Dunno— too many to remember all their names. H-head back up this alley an’— follow the bodies, ya might find one still conscious.