I could care less about what you want from me.
Of course, because you’re you. Riley Scott, the man who couldn’t give a damn about anything other than creating more problems for everyone.
Are you actually asking me that? You’re one of the troublemakers in this godforsaken place and I want you to realize that I’m not going to tolerate any shit from you. So don’t screw things up by sticking a knife somewhere it doesn’t belong like how that Kaylee girl always does.
[Quietly stalks the hallways, glaring at everyone who passes him by]
*Glares back at him*
You couldn’t have actually done it on three!?
I realized I had better things to do than patch you up for the umpteenth time this year.
Yeah, just do it. *cringes*
On 3. 1… *cleans the wound*
She’s fucking crazy. Uh, yeah, [rolls up her sweatpants]
Aren’t you all? *examines the wound* Alright, I’m going to have to clean it up a bit. This might hurt. A lot.
Because we haven’t put Kaylee in solitary yet?
That girl has problems. Let’s take a look at your leg.
Your favorite patient got stabbed in the leg.
And why am I not surprised?