Bruce has been tending to injuries ever since things started going sour down on the planet. Every bruise, cut or open wound he sees makes him feel a little more useless, like he should be doing more to help-- but then, memories of what happened in Caducus Primary come flooding back, and he realizes this is for the best.

He wanted to help then too. And where did that get him, really?

Washing his hands after he's sent off the latest visit, he hears someone else coming in, turning around just in time to hear her speak up. Immediately he makes his way over, trying to offer some support before she actually falls over.

"Looks like quite the story."

He gestures at one of the examination beds.

"Come sit down. Let's-- well, I don't even know where to start."