"Hi, Ms. Temple," he greeted her. Of course he'd looked her up on the way (as much to distract himself from his pain as to find out more about the woman he was entrusting with his fly-by-night healthcare needs), and he'd come to the conclusion that he'd be able to trust her to be discreet. He gave a tight smile of pain and embarrassment. "Mutual friend told me you can help me out. I fu- made a mistake and I don't think I want to see my usual doctors about it. Might cause a professional stir." He was trying to sound casual, but the agony he was in was evident in the lines of his face, the way he was hunched slightly with his arm against his abdomen over his leather jacket. "Hoping you could patch me up."