Charles was on tile fifty three when the Doctor emerged from the room, clipboard in hand.
"Mr. Pembrook?" The doctor asks after Charles leapt forward almost right into the man.
"No, but he and his wife are on the way. Douglas? Is he alright?"
It had been almost an hour since he was sitting on the couch flipping through his economics textbook when the door flung open with a thunderous bang.
"Jason! What did I tell you about doing that?" Charles had asked without looking up.
"Quick Charles it's Douglas he's he's he's dying!"
"I'm a little busy here Jason so please explain what in the world your talking about."
"Douglas and me -"
"Douglas and I."
"What? Well whoever it was we were at Thompson's field cutting down weeds with a knife and it slipped. Theres blood everywhere!" It had only taken a few seconds to grab, Jason the keys to the Mrs. Pembrook's car and to the field where he collected Douglas who was tightly gripping this arm.
"Oh yes he'll be fine, just needed four stitches. He's pretty lucky."
"Yeah I know."