There was a chance that not all patients loathed their doctors, but it wasn't exactly one he was willing to take. Though the second strike from was stopped by his meatshield's blade, he would have to disable the boy before he changed his mind. A well-placed strike to the back of the neck... Suddenly became unnecessary.

He wasn't sure why the boy had suddenly switched to English. He had been fluent in Japanese not a moment before, yet it was obvious that he didn't understand. Not only that, but his little - well, why not call him Uke, since they were so familiar? Uke assumed he was still a doctor here despite what he thought was obvious - the clothing and, of course, the fact that he was even bothering with this little game to begin with when he had other work to finish tonight. They all thought they were so special.

"Is that a crime? I wasn't aware." He remarked dryly, still in Japanese. He took another insolent step forward and reached to snatch the chainsaw off the floor.