He hadn't expected anything less from Mr. Meijer, but it wasn't that frat boy he was here for. He helped the lady keep the injured man stable in the chair with one hand, and took the other to take the bleeding hand and inspect it. "Hand me that cloth, boy," he told the kid who had brought him here. "Never mind its bloody for now." He held the hand up in the air. "How long has he been bleeding like this?" he asked the woman.