[Havoc]

'Traveling compannion...' the doc said, throwing a worried look at Art. 'Ofcourse...'
He turned to Charger.
'You took a very big risk coming down here... What were you thinking?'
Charger was starting to get anoyed and grabbed the guy at his coat, pushing him against a file cabinet.
'Look pal, you're confusing me with someone else. I broke my arm, I need help. Are you going to help me yes or no?!'
The doc tried pushing him off, it obviously not working.
'Can you let me go?' he asked almost calmly. 'I'm not scared of you, because I know thats pretty much what you feed off.'
Charger sighed... of all doctors he had to run into some shrink person who thinks he knows everything.
'Look pal, if you don't stop being an anoying prick, I'l give you something to be scared off, and he'll testify to that,' he pointed over to Art. 'Understood? Now are you going to help me or not because I'm bleeding all over your floor!'
The doc looked at him, then at Art and then back at Charger.
'Sure... ofcourse... I'l stop asking questions if it annoys you that much...'
Charger put him down, then stepped back.
'Good, now we're getting somewhere.'