A stitch in time.

Bloody mouth, dirty mouth. Both verbally and literally. I made the mistake of asking what happened.

"I'm suing those fuckers, countersuing. That's it. You need to take pictures before you start sewing, I want the full treatment laser pictures and shit. Evidence. Those fuckers won't ..."

Dude chill! We don't have a camera. Your mouth is still going to look awful tomorrow, but it will have stitches so it wont look awful forever. Take pictures then.

"Fuck this, you can't, you just want to, stop shining that light on my face, fuck!"

Settle. I need to see your lip so I can repair it. I'm going to give you some numbing medicine. Close your eyes

"Don't tell me to close my eyes, I can."

As I advanced to needle to his rapidly flapping lips I realized this was going to be an ongoing problem. He smelled like a brewery. He had 4-8 teeth.

"Those fuckers knocked my teeth out -- well not all of them were new,"

Stop talking. I've got a needle in your mouth, you need to stop talking.

"You know, I've sued Kings county hospital, those fuckers,"

Sir, you're in Hope county stop talking.

"I want the name of every single ..."

Stop talking. When you talk your mouth moves. Your mouth that I am sewing. Your mouth that I have a needle inside of right now.

Silence. Then movement

Stop moving your head. Why are you so hyper? You're using again?

"No no, shit now, just been out and then those fuckers, I'm getting my three-grand back..."

Dude, stop talking!