Hetty's office.
'May I take a look at that wound, Mr. Callen?' Hetty asked, pointing at the arm wound.
'Hetty, it's just a small knife wound. I made sure that I bandaged it right.' Callen replied.
Unconvinced, Hetty told him to let her look at it anyway.
'Tsk tsk tsk. This looks like quite the big wound. You must be quite uncomfortable.' She remarked.
'A bit, but it's nothing. Already took something for the pain.'
Sensing the discomfort in his voice, Hetty told him to sit down so she could rebandage it.
'I wish you would let the paramedics do their jobs like they're supposed to.'
'I wasn't really interested in possibly being sent to the hospital. Besides, I know myself better then they do.' Callen replied.
Slightly shaking her head. 'And that's the attitude that I fear will 1 day cost you your life. Please try to take better care of yourself. Everyone here cares about you, I care about you.'
'I know. Just, can we let this 1 slide this once?'
Heavy sigh. 'You really are something, Mr. Callen.' Hetty said, slightly annoyed and amused.
Callen smirked.