You fucked around and you found out. Now you're at the hospital, and the doctor seems more interested in making bill than in your wellbeing.

If you found the blonde attractive, good luck.

His heart is shriveled, a pending divorce making him spit in the face of love (and useless legal jargon. He needs a better lawyer).

Gordon stares at you with upmost disinterest, waiting for you to explain your stupidly-aquired injury.