Wilson had left the hospital about 20 minutes ago and was still looking for his apartment. Damn City kept changing the streets on him, and he didn't know why.
Until he came upon yet another sarcastic doctor messing with primal forces he knew nothing about....in this case, a tall, capable woman with an incredibly large gun.
"Whoa, whoa. Whoa! Ma'am, as the doctor who's going to have to treat that injury, I'd like to ask you to reconsider. Couldn't you just hit or cut him somewhere less...um, debilitating?"
Looking over the shivering doctor, he noticed that the badge did not yet say City Hospital. A newbie.
"And, you, Doctor. You're in a whole new kind of place here, with much worse things than drive-by shootings in Compton. It takes a while to get used to, really. I'm Dr. Wilson, Dean of Medicine at City Hospital, and you will most assuredly end up in my house. So let's deal with this the best we can, hmm?"