"Yours was not the first stab wound I've seen," Theodore said, his amused smile verging on a small smirk. "Though your other injuries were a bit more... unique."
That bite had been new, certainly. And he hadn't seen many people with torn piercings, yet. Working in the emergency room meant that most of the people he treated had near-fatal conditions, and as painful as those injuries were, Duke hadn't been at risk of dying from them. The knife wound could have been problematic if he'd had more alcohol, or attempted to take the knife out himself, however.
"Something tells me I wouldn't sleep very peacefully if I stayed here," he said, frankly thinking that staying here sounded much more tiring than Flooing home. At least his house was quiet at this hour of night, with his father asleep. "But thank you."
He reached into his bag and took out two vials, setting them on a table in the living room. "Hangover remedies," he said, smiling at Bomba, who seemed distinctly less happy than she'd been when they'd left the room. "You'll need them."