“.. Twisted Ankle, multiple puncture wounds in the arms and leg.. I should find something to patch him up as soon as possible.”
..Ssssstile being mr smarty pants-
..Mihal, (no not Micheal auto-correct), was brought to.. huh, a actual bed in this place, strange seeing something comfy in this hell home, his arms were patched up.. his leg.. and not expecting a cup of good ol tea on the night stand next to him, though he could still hear the quiet clanking of robots being carried, and made.. there was still.. the slight noise of Heisenberg, working on something perhaps?