Paul looked at Tam. "I'm clearly not a doctor. Unless you have an idea or wanna kiss by booboo away then I'd suggest you let me walk on my fucked up leg." He blew angryly into his cigar. He wasn't mad at Tam and would attempt to form an apology later. The pain from the wound was burning like hell and stinging his whole leg like a bitch. He gripped at his leg and leaned up against the wall breathing a little heavy.