"Put him on the bed, you idiots," Jonathan called from the office, watching them on the security monitor before heading out of the room, pulling on a pair of gloves, waving the men away from the bed enough he could get in.
He pulled a surgery kit over to him, pulling a pair of scissors out of the top drawer, cutting through some of the bandages. "What happened, and don't bother with fancy stories, I only give a damn enough to treat him," Jonathan said, looking at the two thugs.