[i]Wolfe took his helmet off, clipping it to his gun belt. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing and smiling back.[/i] "Next time, we're going back to my place." "HE WANTS THE V!" [i]Wilson shouted. The other woman smiled, finding it funny. Wolfe looked back to Wilson, his face expressionless, and he let out another sigh, clearly agitated. [/i] "Madame, we need to check your ribs and set your fingers. Would you prefer a dose of painkiller?" [i]The woman asked politely.[/i] "OH SHIT GET SMURFETTE HIGH ON MORPHINE!" "Wilson, you're not a trained medical professional." "Look, Wolfie, I'm tellin' ya, all she needs is some morphine, me to pull her fingers back out straight, and a good nap. She'll be fiiiiine."