Upon opening the door you immediately see the doctor treating a red headed patient for several cuts and bruises on his face and hands. "This is what happens when you go picking fights downtown" "I don't need the lectures Doc, and for the last time they just came up to me and asked me to empty me pockets like they own the damn place of somethin'" "Well, but you didn't necessarily have to call out their mothers and their lack of in-taught discipline upon their children now did you?" "Of it's a wee bit late for regrets" The doctor finishes up and looks at you. "Well, you don't exactly look to be limping. Tell me what ails you"