A few minutes later the doctor walks outside and lights a cigar. "They've been stabilized, they'll make it" he says. "They need rest however, they'll be here for a little while longer, but they'll be walking soon enough. The red one is especially lucky, not alot of people get to say they took twelve rounds and survived" The doctor examines you and notices wounds "We have a cyber-merc out back if you need attention"

"thanks but I think I'll be fine"

"No problem then" he finishes his cigar, drops it to the ground and extinguishes it with his shoe. "Visit whenever you like, someone is always on the desk" The doctor puts his hands in his pockets and makes his way back inside the building. "Oh, and we'll keep the dog too. Red one is the owner, thing refuses to leave his side, and it's to damn big to shove" He laughs a bit. "They're in good hands he assures as he closes the door behind him.