Marcus snorted at her comment about the smell. "It does not," he responded, half amused and half distracted as he made his way toward the front desk. He was pretty sure death didn't smell like antiseptic and cleaner. Reaching the front desk, he didn't really have to say much as the woman was already moving. At her questioning look, Marcus just shrugged. "It's a long story." One that involved all manner of things he was sure shouldn't be discussed in a hospital. More importantly, it was one that he really didn't want to get into. It'd been a long fucking night as it was.
Tugging Katie along to the room the woman had placed them in, he made her sit down. He was going find his own chair, but she didn't seem all that keen on releasing his hand, so he stood there somewhat awkwardly. The winking of the nurse earned a raised eyebrow, but not much else. He really wasn't in the mood or condition to be chasing skirts ... or scrubs, he supposed. Either way, it was too much effort.
Marcus had to actually bite his lip to keep in the comment about how stupid that sounded. "It's a hospital, Bell. Name one instance where someone came into St. Mungo's with a cut and had their arm fall of due to flesh eating disease?"