…

riley-scott:

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.

…

riley-scott:

What?

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.

…

riley-scott:

[Quietly stalks the hallways, glaring at everyone who passes him by]

*Glares back at him*

Holt?

missbrooklyncampbell:

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.

Holt?

missbrooklyncampbell:

Yeah, just do it. *cringes*

On 3. 1… *cleans the wound* 

Holt?

missbrooklyncampbell:

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. 

Holt?

missbrooklyncampbell:

Because we haven’t put Kaylee in solitary yet?

That girl has problems. Let’s take a look at your leg.

Holt?

missbrooklyncampbell:

Your favorite patient got stabbed in the leg.

And why am I not surprised? 

Uh, Holt.

missbrooklyncampbell:

Left.

I never know with you. But yes, this is happening. 

Eh, you’ll survive.

Look pretty.