"Dimensionally transcendental? So.. the inside and the outside are in two different place. The inside is just the shell, and it leads to here. That's inCredible."
But now he was in his seat. "Prep a local anasthetic, the ones coded in blue," he added, pointing. Simon tore off the shirt he'd been wearing, and it made a slop sound as it hit, from the blood he'd already lost seeping into his jumper.
"I'm going to need your help, friend. Good think I found another doctor. Have you taken a bullet from a gut shot?