"Are you always this irritable when someone tries to get your shirt off?" he quips. This is no laughing matter but he doesn't understand why Constantine - and Five, for that matter - are so allergic to people being concerned about them. Doc isn't snapping rubber gloves on or lunging at them with a scalpel.

"If they're not 'fine' I'm going to have to cut you open with a butter knife and sew you back together with a rusty old needle - while you are still conscious, because I have nothing to put you under. Tell me what happened, and let me take a look."