"Uhhh." Dr. Len leaned away from the man. She had planned to discharge him once he had woken up but now, she was wondering if he had severe head trauma they had overlooked. "I'm afraid I have to ask for your help." He grabbed her hands and clenched them into his own. Dr. Len nervously tore her gaze away and saw Cecil watching the scene with her mouth gaped open. "I'm looking for a man." he spoke slowly, as if explaining a very important and complex concept to a child. "He's a lanky toothpick with a dirty mop over his head that he calls hair. He's wearing a disgustingly bulky coat. Might've been talking to some cockroaches?" Cecil gasped beside them. "That almost sounds like..." Cecil started before covering her mouth with her hands and giggling. How does that sound like someone she knows? Dr. Len thought. A person who talks to cockroaches? Cecil's eyes beamed ...Oh. Him. Dr. Len gave Cecil a look. The intern giggled. "It does." Dr. Len released her hands from the man's now loosened grip. She placed them in the protection of her pocket before answering. "Cecil, I need your attention here, not on Dr. ..." What was the character's name again? Dr. Wrench? She was surprised that she couldn't remember the name considering everyone's recent obsession with the franchise. She tried to envision the man in all of Cecile's profile pictures, but only came up with a blurry cartoon figure. Now she was the one getting distracted. Dr. Len picked up the chart from the table. "How old are you?" she asked. "23." "Since this was a hit-and-run," she said, "by the law of our state, you don't have to pay any fees or provide proof of residency however we do need you to fill out this form." She removed the form from her chart and handed it to him. "Once you have filled it out, you are free to leave. Cecil, can you give him the care bag?"