Thankfully, the doctor is in. It isn't very often that he gets emergencies, at least ones that don't come with their own vaguely apocalyptic warnings. The days in between bizarrely topsy-turvy happenings are usually pretty quiet, with the exception of people thinking this time it'll be different and nearly getting themselves killed in the woods. He's no expert -- well, he sort of is -- but he doesn't exactly think that that's going to work anymore. They need to find other avenues of escape.

Or, you know, deal with people banging on his door and screaming. He's up and headed over, moving from a walk to a jog-shuffle-thing, until he gets to the door and yanks it open.

Right, okay. That's a lot of blood.

"Get him in on the table." Bruce moves in to help support him in any way he can, whatever way might be needed.