Felix: Can you beat someone up for me? *holding his nose with blood leaking out of it while swaying a bit*

Jamey: And get in trouble? *looks over his shoulder before pausing* .. What the fuck happened to your face? *turns around with his full attention on him*

Felix: Well I got my head slammed into a wall a few times, punched and kicked. I'll buy you smokes.

Jamey: Deal. Have you even treated any of that?

Felix: *thinking* .... No. Do you want a knife? That fuckers massive.

Jamey: No knife. You most likely have a concussion. Have you vomited or have nausea? *checking his head a bit concerned*

Felix: Yes. Can you go beat him up please?

Jamey: After I help you clean your face then sure. Did he get you anywhere else?

Felix: Fine. Also yeah, everywhere. I am running on adrenaline right now.

Jamey: Why didn't you go to the hospital?

Felix: Because I want someone to beat him up so he's weak enough to fucking kill. *sways a bit*

Jamey: *grabs his arm and starts leading him to the medical bay* Fuckin shit. One way to go to juvenile prison.