"What are you mad at me for?" he grumbled weakly. "[i]Sorry[/i] for trying to get my-- uh-- brother?"
"That was an idiotic move, Jackknife. You shouldn't have run after me. Heheh, can't believe you're dying from a scrape."
"A [i]scrape[/i]?" the doctor chimed in, "This was down to the bone, and you self-centred jerks didn't do anything to help him." They pushed a pair of glasses up, and crossed their arms.