"Healthcare here is fully subsidized by the government. I'm not sure what good a discount will do you," grins Chase, glad that she doesn't seem bothered by his decline. Perhaps it was just a sudden thought thrown out there. (Perhaps, another part of his brain says, this is just the city's way of trying to unnerve him. Things are rarely as simple as they seem.) "But if I wasn't exercising all of my care before, I know I am now."

Checking up on the movement of Emma's hand, Chase better examines the wound, unpacking some of the thread for her stitches. "As for women, ah... well, our jobs look good on paper. But our hours aren't great. Plus, we use up all of our bedside manner with our patients," jokes Chase with a tilt of his head. Carefully pressing near the wound, Chase glances up at Emma. "Do you feel any pain when I press here?"