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[dr_conscience]

Wilson gives a slight, understanding nod, as he works on the rest of the stitches. "Well, he seems to have done a fine job of it. It could use a regular bandage for a while, but it should heal up fine."

And, of course, now he's just curious. "Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

[defies_reason]

"Ukraine," he answers. "I live in Kiev, though I do travel a fair amount."

He watches with a vague interest; it's not the first time he's had to be patched up, after all, though generally Jurg is on hand to take the stitches out as well as put them in. It's rather interesting that Wilson-- a near-stranger, and obviously important enough here to pass off something so mundane-- has chosen to help in spite of all that. That says something about a man.

"I was in Miami, on business, prior to arriving here."

[dr_conscience]

"Really? Well, I can certainly understand our health care system appearing a bit convoluted."

And the last stitch is cut, then pulled out with the tweezer. That being done, he wipes down the thin line of a wound again with antiseptic. Just that and a fresh, standard bandage left to the whole procedure. It's a simple task - he could have left it to a nurse, but really, it's hardly a bother.

"What sort of business were you on?"

[defies_reason]

"Oh, just checking up on some... investments."

He flexes his arm experimentally, working out the slight stiffness of keeping it in one position for so long, before rolling down the sleeve and buttoning the cuff.

"I own a chain of gentleman's clubs there. The Fox Hole."

[dr_conscience]

Gentleman's clubs in Miami, huh? Wilson nods at that, a little smirk belying a touch of amusement.

"Well. Sounds like those are probably some lucrative investments."

[defies_reason]

The T-and-A business has never been as good as the heroin business beneath its facade, but it's true, it's nothing to sneeze at. He smiles in return.

"I can't complain, in general."

[dr_conscience]

He chuckles slightly at that, and the smile stays as he rises from his chair. He gives a nod to indicate the recently-stitched area on Isaak's arm as he stands.

"You should just need a few more days on the arm. It's best to keep it bandaged, to let it finish healing up entirely, but it looks like it's doing just fine."

[defies_reason]

"Excellent. I do appreciate your taking the time, Doctor Wilson."

Rising himself, he offers his hand.

[dr_conscience]

"It's really not a problem at all."

And he takes Isaak's hand, shaking it as he shifts expressions to his reflexive doctor smile.