Pierce rolled his eyes, filling in what he knew and he'd get the rest later. Even though really he knew it all but that was beside the point. The headache pounding on his skull threatened to split it in two - he also felt like punching something. Must run in the family.
"I'd just end up taking you back here because of a pus-filled infection," he said casually. He'd cut the kid a break because he was tired and scared, but goddamn. Nate should have shipped him off to the North Pole. "I'm not going anywhere, Simon. Just go get stitched up and I'll bring you back home when you don't have glass shards in your fist."