"Hot diggity damn, ya got fücked up, didn't ya, lass?" [i]Jason silently said to himself while the doctors started patching the girl up, pulling out any bullets there may be while ago cleaning and stitching the wounds, before wrapping them with a bandage. All after they had put her under, of course. Then they started working on her forearm, cutting it open carefully, and readjusting the broken bones or however that procedure goes, before stitching and cleaning the wound, and putting the arm in a cast. [/i]