Gin struggled but the large male orderly held him quite firmly in place. Though he was no longer in any immediate danger from rabid, tattooed dogs, it didn't make him feel much better. It didn't take him long to grasp at least a small portion of what was going on.

"I ah... I'm not sure exactly what's goin' on nurse," he managed, despite his bruises and the blood running from his neck. "This ah... Kyle here just went berserk..." He gave up struggling, gambling that when they saw he was clearly the injured party, he would get a bit of sympathy. Afterall, the wounded deer or the mountain lion? It hardly required any theatrics at all.