  "Well, y'know, what can you do? It happens." What the hell kind of comforting advice was that? It happens? Of course it happens! It's happening right now! Humbert could've shouted at the woman who seemed frighteningly indifferent to his predicament. It was more than a predicament, in fact. It was an emergency! She pulled out several worker's compensation forms while Professor Humbert held a hand to his dominant arm. Oh, and it happened to be bleeding profusely. He knew almost instinctively that stitched would be necessary.
  And if the wench thought that he would be waiting around here for him to lose a third of his blood on the office floor, she was sadly mistaken. Humbert grunted something about filling the forms out upon his return as rushed as quickly as he could to the parking lot.
  Getting into his car was one thing, and driving another. Luckily the hospital wasn't far from campus. He would simply and calmly explain a frazzled art student was covering one too many uncovered x-acto knives, and, well, one thing led to another. He just hoped the ER wasn't too crowded at this time of day.
