[He's a little tired of future-doctors in general, really. He pulls off his glove to show the bandages. They're a little dirty from the grime of the street and his own sweat but it's a perfectly fine patch job.]

I already took care of it, see?

[Wow, suddenly it's obvious to him how super tired he is. He lets himself flop backwards onto the bed and squeezes his eyes shut against the light.]

Yeah, well...I dunno what you want out of me. It sucked but Greg's back, and you're back and we can't die so...

[So...what? Wasn't that good? It had just scared him, and he could deal with a little fear. He finished off the sentence with a little shrug, as the words just seemed to not want to come.]