You were cooking your dinner, Chicken Carbonara, tired from your messed up schedule and checking on the patients in the hospital when you heard a knock. Turning the stove off and making your way to the door, you peered through the peephole, your eyes widening in surprise, confusion and… fear. You opened the door to a bloodied and wounded villain, who had blood dripping down his nose, a deep gnash on his chest, clearly from a knife.

“Patch me up, Doc.”

Jeremiah said coolly.