[No-no-no-no-no. Tarvek does not do well with real fatalism. He's determined to push until hope is truly gone.]

[Very tart.]

With that attitude? Harrumph.

No, I don't think so. Now, just shut up and let me look at the leg.

[He's already got out a pair of small folding scissors and is snipping the pants free from the injury.]

[Mutters.]

You're not committing suicide by apathy on my shift. Good heavens! Some people's children!