Perry rolled his eyes. About fucking time someone showed up, what kind of sorry excuse for a medical facility were they running here?! He snarled a bit, helping her when she'd wanted him to be rolled over and now pinning the boy's shoulders down, muscles tense beneath his slightly stained tee-shirt.
When Cameron asked him about the patient, Cox rolled his eyes, his voice a little strained with effort as he tried to hold the shuddering, jerking body down.
"Oh, gee, what would I know? I don't even work here, y'know..."
He was a little bitter, or at least he was acting that way. He really didn't care about having to help the kid out, that was what he did and that was the way his mind functioned. He was more pissed off that it had taken over seven minutes for a doctor to get to the scene.
"About eight minutes ago, maybe nine. He's got multiple stab wounds, he's feverish, and now I guess he's seizing too. We doped him, gave him oxygen... aaaand, I'm assuming you know him?"