Reed:
Sorry, what?
Wells:
Given your dramatic nature, I'm going to need you define, "almost dying."
Spencer:
Do you announce when you leave social media groups, too? You do, don't you.
Wells:
He still has his fingers and most of his brain, clearly.
Frost:
Rook said you needed a blood transfusion.
Wells:
Shit.
Reed:
Wait, now I'm a little miffed, too.
Spencer:
I'll make sure to video chat next time I'm in mortal peril.
Reed:
What happened?
Spencer:
I got stabbed by a reciprocating saw.
Wells:
At least it reciprocated and wasn't one-sided.
Frost:
Unlike my love for Spencer.
Reed:
Are you still in the hospital? What were your hemoglobin levels? Did it sever an artery?
Rook:
I should link his chart. It's hilarious.
Frost:
Oooh charts. Why is it funny?
