Simon made a face at Pierce's words, jaw set. "Well one of us is still trying to get used to all of this stuff going on, without someone broadcasting it to the world." His words were harsh, a bit pointed, and he cast a look over towards Pierce at the comment about sewing himself up.
"No. I wasn't planning on anything stupid like that. I thought some butterfly strips and some gauze with a little fucking help would be enough. Instead I get dragged to the hospital."
He paused, just inside the door as Pierce went to start the paperwork, and the thought of how he'd fill anything out only knowing his name crossed through his head. "I should leave. You've done your good deed for the day. You can go home too."