If, that is, your definition of "fine" involves an obviously open artery in your arm, there...! Honest, Monsieur, let me help you get to hospital, at least...!
Patch yourself up? From a punctured artery?! Mmmm, I think not, Monsieur...
[he grimaces slightly as he adds:] At the very least, I am staying with you, in your hotel room, until I am positively satisfied you are not going to die...
[....]
You do have a double-queen room, do you not? [Because as helpful as Matthew can be, at desperate Good-Samaritan times such as these, he does not want to be desperate enough to be forced to sleep in the same bed with some strange, unrelated man!]
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If, that is, your definition of "fine" involves an obviously open artery in your arm, there...! Honest, Monsieur, let me help you get to hospital, at least...!
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[Sam fought the urge to say no again, but he knew he couldn't. The wound was worse then he thought]
I just....need to get back to my hotel room...can patch myself up there.
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Patch yourself up? From a punctured artery?! Mmmm, I think not, Monsieur...
[he grimaces slightly as he adds:] At the very least, I am staying with you, in your hotel room, until I am positively satisfied you are not going to die...
[....]
You do have a double-queen room, do you not? [Because as helpful as Matthew can be, at desperate Good-Samaritan times such as these, he does not want to be desperate enough to be forced to sleep in the same bed with some strange, unrelated man!]