Alan scowls. He wasn't in the mood to play parley.

"If you were that obsessed, I'm sure you would be on your way by now. I daresay you wouldn't have even stopped if it were not to partake in some morbid fascination."

He growls in pain, managing to push himself to his feet. Yes, nothing vital was injured, but the steady loss of blood Dr. McMichael is sustaining will see him dead sooner rather than later.

"Help, or do not help. But I care not for casual conversation whilst my blood drips to the ground."